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puppy trio and their silly little ancients
#stop sleeping on these three mfs please#i mean just look at them#the besties ever#i need more of them together#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#crk#red velvet#red velvet cookie#burnt cheese#burnt cheese cookie#crunchy chip#crunchy chip cookie#dark cacao#dark cacao cookie#golden cheese#golden cheese cookie#white lily#white lily cookie#art#fanart#drawing#istg im so tired of writing tags#can they just appear by themselves#puppy trio
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𝓐 𝐛𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽𝗒
I'm crazy about the thrill
🪭 ℘ ━ ✶ ╋ 🫀 ﹑ ₊ ﹒ 𐂯
#꒰ atsubie ꒱ ౨ৎ︵⠀⠀#꒰ 𝒜tsu ⦂ 𝘚𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘛𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳 🧛🏻♀️ ꒱ ౨ৎ︵⠀⠀#fake story! not real just made it up for the mb#excuse how bad i am at writing oopsie#red velvet moodboard#irene moodboard#irene red velvet#kpop icons#kpop layouts#messy moodboard#kpop moodboard#kpop themes#kpop aesthetic#alternative moodboard#alt moodboard#colorful moodboard#seulgi red velvet#seulgi moodboard#red velvet layouts#creepy moodboard#halloween moodboard#edgy moodboard#dark moodboard#red moodboard#vintage moodboard#random moodboard#gg moodboard#soft moodboard#brown moodboard#fresh moodboard
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neck kisses » kang seulgi
the middle photo triggered smth in me when i fohnd it on pintrest and i wrote this instead of sleeping last night 😅😅😅
pairing ⥬ seulgi x reader
genre ⥬ fluff (suggestive)
summary ⥬ is it wrong for a girl to want to give her girlfriend some neck kisses?
warnings ⥬ neck kisses obv, open mouth kisses, moaning
WC ⥬ 597
“what are you up to?” seulgi rose an eyebrow at your goofy smile as you approached her. she was just cooped up on the couch watching her shows as it was her off day, and usually you let her have her own time but you just couldn’t stand being away from her for even an hour. this whole time you’ve lurking around her, trying to get what you wanted most since she’s been home.
you snickered to yourself, “what? i can’t sit with my pretty girlfriend on our shared couch?” you plop yourself right beside her, mere inches away from her. she glances at you, squinting her eyes in suspicion before returning her focus to the tv. you look around and tap your fingers on the cushions, pretending to be minding your own business as you slowly shifted closer and closer to her.
seulgi heard the shuffling as you were being quite loud, and she rolled her eyes. she took off her blanket and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her side. “you don’t have to be shy, baby. why didn’t you just say you wanted to cuddle?” she flashed her bear-ish smile you adore so much, and you blushed. ‘because it wasn’t just cuddling i wanted to do…’ you think as her eyes trailed back to the screen, her little giggles filling your ears as the two main leads were having a moment.
before you could even hesitate, you pushed yourself up and onto seulgi, straddling her lap.“hey!”, she shouted as you blocked her view of the tv, causing her to miss an important scene. “cmon baby, they were about to–” she immediately paused her sentence as her face flushed seeing that your hands were on either side of her, pinning her to the backrest. you brought your left hand to her cheek, gently rubbing your thumb against her silky skin.
“w–what are you doing?” seulgi squeaked out as your sudden switch in demeanors was throwing her off. you only smiled at how adorable your girlfriend can be.
“i’m loving you, that’s what.” you snaked your hand down to her neck, not forgetting to fangirl over her jawline. with your right hand, you pushed her hair back to reveal more of what you longed for. you gave a soft squeeze with your left, feeling her gulp underneath your thumb.
you leaned into her neck and tuned out the noises coming from the tv as you went for the one thing you wanted the entire day.
the moment your lips met seulgi’s skin, she folded. she tilted her head back to grant you more access, enjoying your affection tremendously. you pressed small kisses where her jaw met her neck, which was also her favorite spot for you to kiss, her little noises a telltale sign of that. the soft girl could not hold in her quiet moans and they reached your ears in an instant, letting you know that she was enjoying this just as much as you were.
you truly had a thing for her smooth, clear neck as it just looked so appealing, and it was your duty to love and worship every part of her. “mmm… thank you, baby.” you grin against her skin and your small pecks slowly turn to open mouth kisses, sucking faint marks that will most likely fade the next day.
she bit her lip unconsciously as she close her eyes, embracing the pleasure your kisses give her. there’s truly no feeling quite like it, and she’s glad your desires were fulfilled, as well as hers despite her not even realizing that she needed it just and much as you did.
#seullovesme » posted!#kang seulgi x reader#seulgi x reader#seulgi x female reader#seulgi#seulgi red velvet#kang seulgi#red velvet seulgi#red velvet x reader#red velvet x female reader#red velvet fic#red velvet scenarios#red velvet#kpop writing#kpop#kpop fluff#kpop idol x reader#kpop imagines#kpop gg
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SEULGI & IRENE 2024 SEASON’S GREETINGS BEHIND
#red velvet#seulgi#irene#redvelvetinc#femaleidolsedit#femaleidol#femadolsedit#kgoddesses#dailyrv#kpopedit#rv#99#09#gifs#*e#rvedit#flashing#felt weird writing seulgi&irene instead of irene&seulgi
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guilty — k. chaewon x p. sooyoung
cw: cheating. sexual coercion. chaewon calling joy eonnie. dni if uncomfortable with such themes.
crossposted on ao3; promoted on twitter.
chaewon had always been a fan of red velvet, even more so ever since she got to debut with sakura who, despite their busy schedule, had been following the group in particular. it was definitely a surprise when she got a message from one of the group's member, joy.
oh my god, is this real? chaewon thought to herself as she read the message from her senior, telling her she had asked their manager to get chaewon's personal number and that she wanted to get to know the girl better as she found chaewon interesting. the younger girl didn't think much of it, as she was over the moon, happy that their senior idol has recognized her.
chaewon quickly replied, thanking the girl for taking the time to personally get to know her and the next thing she know, she was on her way to meet up with joy late at night.
"you're here." joy said smiling at chaewon as the younger bowed at her. "sunbae-nim, thank you for inviting me." chaewon timidly said as she took a sit in front of joy. the two of them enjoyed their time talking about almost anything over wine without even realizing the time.
"oh no, it's gotten a bit late. do you have any schedules tomorrow—today, i mean." joy worriedly asked and chaewon completely dismisses that by replying no and explaining that they were on a three day break after their promotions. "really? that sounds nice, i'm on a break too. do you want to sleep over?" thrilled, chaewon didn't think twice but to agree, not knowing what's in store for her.
it was pas two am when they've arrived at joy's apartment. "feel comfortable, chaewon-ah. i'll get you a pair of pajamas so you can wash up, mhm?" joy said to which chaewon nodded and started to look around the living room of the apartment. it was spacious, clean, and the whole vibe is what you would of expected of park sooyoung. "here, pretty. there's a bathroom at the end of the hallway, get cozy, i'll wait here." and chaewon did as she was told. although there was one, tiny problem— she's unprepared and didn't have panties to wear underneath the satin short pj's her new unnie has given her.
it was okay, chaewon thought. it's not like it should be a big deal. both of them were girls and hell, joy was in a relationship, isn't she? they're just friends. when chaewon got out of the bathroom with fresh clothes, joy was in a similar pair of pj's, except it was in red while chaewon's was in pink. "i had to match yours!" joy giggled as she pat the space next to her on the couch, opening a can of beer for chaewon to take.
"unnie, i really didn't think i'd be friends with you." chaewon says earning a giggle from the older. "yeah? but i've always wanted to be your friend! i thought your group reminded me of ours when we were younger. are any of your members dating?" the younger profusely shook her head denying as her cheeks blushed, to which joy teased her for. "mhm? fucking, then?" a deeper shade of red flushed chaewon's cheeks. "unnie! it's not like... it's not like that." still blushing, chaewon's voice was a bit squeakier now. joy rested her back, intrigued.
"yeah? how is it, then? i mean, nothing wrong with fucking around, right?" the older nonchalantly took a sip of her beer whilst the younger looked at her like a curious lamb, cheeks red from blushing. "i... i guess? i-i've never..." chaewon's voice was soft and quiet but it was loud enough to catch joy's attention. the older briefly raising a brow at the remark and chaewon didn't fail to catch that. shy, she could only down the remaining of her beer. "you're a virgin?" the younger could only nod timidly, head dipped down. this was joy's queue to do what she had wanted.
"but have you ever thought of doing it, with, i don't know, somebody? a peer?" joy asked with so much fascination, as if she was genuinely curious and it made chaewon sigh. i mean, she's my senior, right? i'm sure she's just... curious. "mhm..." she shook her head, biting on her lower lip. "i... tried doing it alone but it doesn't feel good." chaewon couldn't even finish her sentence without squeaking, embarrassment washing over her. she couldn't help but hide her face in her palms, earning a low chuckle from joy who took the liberty to scoot closer, holding the younger in her arm while the other caressed her legs.
"oh, sweetheart. it doesn't feel good at first. i used to not feel good too," joy cooed, "not until irene unnie helped me." shocked, chaewon finally looked at joy, eyes as wide as doe; she looks so innocent, joy thought.
"irene...sunbaenim did?" joy nodded, all smiley. but didn't joy unnie have a partner? "i know what you're thinking. irene unnie does it best." chaewon looked down to see joy's hand on her inner thigh, caressing the softness of her skin which made her shudder. looking up at the older, she mumbled as she called out for joy's name. "u-unnie?"
"you know, chaewon, it's not even hard to feel good. you just have to feel appreciated with someone." joy's voice was soft, dotting onto chaewon. "appreciated the same way as i do you." joy whispered against chaewon's ears, lips touching her lobe. "u-unnie, w-we can't," the younger, quivering away, says, but sooyoung only held her closer, her hand that was on chaewon's inner thigh, now dangerously close to her center, caressing her soft skin. "mhm? don't you want unnie to show you her love?" the cunning girl said, trailing kisses on chaewon's neck. chaewon didn't know what to do, she knew this was wrong. joy has a partner, but why does she feel funny? she feels as though she wanted joy—no, she does want her.
"i-i do! b-but your b-boyfriend...?" that made joy laugh out loud. boyfriend... funny because right now, all she ever wants was this young girl in front of her. "shh, you worry too much, baby. let unnie take care of you, mhm?" chaewon nodded and the next thing she know, the older had her sit in between her legs, head turned as joy kissed her softly yet chaewon felt the eagerness in the kiss.
chaewon hummed against joy's lips as joy ran her tongue along her lower lip to which chaewon parted. she wasn't a great kisser—hell, far from it, but joy loved the taste of her mouth mixed with the taste of beer and the clumsiness of chaewon's tongue. she's so clueless, so innocent yet you know hungry for what's yet to come her way. joy drags her lips down chaewon's jaw, trailing them down the younger's jaw, earning a soft sigh from chaewon. "mhm, you smell good." she whispered against chaewon's neck, before sucking on a patch of skin making the smaller girl gasp out both in pain and pleasure of the older marking her. “you like that?” joy chuckled lowly, her hands now caressing chaewon's boobs through the thin satin top.
her nipples were hard, harder every time joy rolls them in between her fingers, even more so when joy finally unbuttoned her pajamas, now toying her hard buds bare. "u-unnie..." chaewon whimpered, subconsciously pushing her hips upwards. to joy, it was the sweet girl begging to get touched where she deserves it. joy used her hands to spread chaewon's legs, caressing her softly, hands purposely ignoring where the little girl wants its best. "u-unnie, i want to feel good." chaewon whispered.
joy didn't bother replying but her hand found its way inside of chaewon's shorts and to her delight, the sweet girl was already wet and ready for her. "good girl, all ready for her unnie, am i right?" joy's teasing remark made the younger whine, burying her face onto the taller girl's neck. joy used her index finger to gently rub chaewon's clit, earning a moan from the girl. her sounds only amplified joy's desire to have the girl, making her move her fingers faster in small, circular motions, her thumb occasionally flicking chaewon's clit—the little girl squirming with every flick. chaewon's never felt this before, god, she felt so fucking good, she wants more.
without thinking, chaewon moved her hips, eager to feel more of her unnie's hand on her center. "unnie, more, please..." that was all joy wanted to hear from her. talking her out to continuing it in her room, chaewon laid in her bed, all naked and ready for her. intoxicated with all the drinks they've had all night, it was hard for chaewon to move, yet alone think properly as soon as she felt the soft mattress. however, joy's presence and how the taller girl slowly took off her own clothes, seducing her, was enough to wake her up. "uh, uh, stay down, my sweet angel. spread your legs for unnie, will you?" joy said with her sweetest smile, but that wasn't what chaewon was focused in. it was her beautiful, plump tits, moving along with every step she took as she got closer to her. "i-is this really okay, unnie? what if you boyfrie—" chaewon didn't even get to finish her sentence when joy had finally settled herself in between the younger's legs, the side of her leg resting on her inner thighs as she looked up to meet chaewon's eyes. "we don't talk about him here, alright? we're here because i like you, chaewon-ah. i want you to feel good." chaewon let out a sharp gasp as joy finally pressed her lips over chaewon's clit, giving it a kiss before she wrapped her lips around the nub, earning a loud moan from the younger.
joy took her time, using her tongue, rolling it around chaewon's clit, flicking it, and every time she does, chaewon's body flinches and her moans grow louder as she get wetter with every touch. "you're so wet, chaewon-ah. do you like this, mhm? you like it when i touch you like this?" chaewon could only moan in response as she felt joy's middle and index finger slipping inside her hole, a loud, high pitched moan coming out from chaewon's parted lips as she felt her finger inside of her.
"n-no, no... no! unnie, take it out, p-please, it stings! it hurts!" chaewon said in a panic, trying to pull away from joy. the older shushing her down— she expected she would be tight, but not as tight as this. chaewon's walls hugged fingers as tight as it could. "god, you're so fucking tight, chaewon-ah. you really were a virgin, were you?" joy whispered but loud enough for chaewon to hear. it was her hot breath against her clit that made her shiver and forget about the pain. letting the girl adjust, she peppered her core soft kisses, trying to ease the pain for her before she started to slowly curl her fingers inside of chaewon, the younger’s body arching as the tip of joy’s fingers easily found her spot, the virgin, overwhelmed with this, almost came, but it wasn’t enough for her to actually cum. “tsk, you’re not to cum yet, sweetheart. this isn’t even all yet.” was all joy had to say before she started thrusting her fingers in and out of chaewon’s cunt whilst her lips wrap around her clit, sucking on it.
“unnie—f-fuck! f-feels so g-good… fuck, joy unnie…” chaewon’s words came out slightly gibberish, joy could only chuckle but the vibrations from that only made chaewon squeal in delight as it felt so good against her clit. increasing the pace of her fingers, she even curls her fingers inside every after thrust she makes and it was driving chaewon insane. the young girl doesn’t know where to put her hands, but it finds its way to joy’s head, pulling her hair. fuck, this gir’s driving me insane, joy could only think as she liked the inflicted pain from the hair pulling.
the simple hair pulling was enough for joy to increase her pace. chaewon had started riding her thrusts, hips moving in sync with every thrust. strings of begs and profanities escaped chaewon’s pretty lips. her tongue sticking out and joy can swear it was as if she was begging for a cock to fuck her face and mouth. the older girl felt chaewon’s walls hug her fingers tighter even more than before. it was insane, she never realized how tight someone can be, but here chaewon was, proving her wrong. “u-unnie… g-good… m-more… no— my t-tummy…” words were coming out funny, but chaewon’s head was all over the place as she felt pressure building on her abdomen. her juices were dripping down to her ass, coating joy’s finger so so fucking well. “oh, baby, look at you, so fucking wet for unnie, aren’t you?” joy’s cunning remark along with the slaps on her clit that replaced her mouth made chaewon’s body curl and squirm, loud, airy moans coming out of her mouth. she shook her head, not knowing where to look nor what to do. she just feels… good.
joy pulled herself up, mouth now sucking on her hard nipples, rolling around the nub before she nibbled and flicked on each nub alternatively. her hunger heightened with every move the sweet girl does, every noise that escapes her mouth. she wanted chaewon and now, she wants her more than ever. “cum for unnie, my sweet chaewon. show me you appreciate me the way i do you.” joy’s voice was so beautiful, so daring, so sexy.
“i-i’m cumming… cumming! u-unnie—!” chaewon’s voice was loud as well as her gasp. it was sharp and her breathing stopped as her walls clenched so tightly around joy, her cum coating her fingers, her clit pulsating against joy’s thumb that had been rubbing circles clumsily around it. “beautiful… fuck, chaewon, you’re so, so good for me.” joy kissed her on the lips as she pulled her fingers out. chaewon looked at her, tears glossing her eyes, breathing heavily as she gain composure back from her first high… her very first ever. “unnie…” chaewon says and pauses.“it felt so good, but… i feel guilty. so, so guilty.” before joy could even console her, chaewon pulled the older woman up with all her remaining strength, hands now groping joy’s tits, feeling her nipples get hard with her caressing them. she wasn’t going to cry. was she guilty knowing joy had a boyfriend? no. far from it. chaewon felt guilty that she loved it, she loves it. and that she wanted more. “can i return the favor? i feel bad not doing so.” chaewon said with the weakest yet cutest chuckle joy has ever heard. who was she now to say no?
note: i'll leave it at that... for now. and as for my tags, i'm going to keep the kyna writes tag for my write ups for easier access for the all of us, heh. thank you!
#kyna writes#le sserafim au#le sserafim chaewon smut#le sserafim chaewon#kim chaewon#chaewon smut#red velvet#red velvet joy#park sooyoung#joy red velvet#joy smut#kpop smut#gg smut#gxg smut
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Seulgi x Reader: Dream Girl
Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon @justme-idle
A/N: It's fluff I swear
To most people, dreams are like fleeting wisps of fantasy—moments of escape where the laws of reality bend and shift, offering a brief respite from the mundane. They speak of dreams as whimsical adventures, an occasional playground for their subconscious. They speak of dreams with joy, piecing together the intermittent adventures they would concoct in their brains. Their dreams bring them to lands unknown and bring them joys untold. There's a theory that dreams are a glimpse into the lives of your multiversal counterparts, your doppelgangers. Well, if that were true, you pitied the poor fools across the multiverse; your doppelgangers had to be going through hell.
See, while others had dreams, you only had terrors. Nightmares came to haunt you, night after night. It was a rare night to get more than 3 hours of sleep. While it did take some time, you did adapt to it. You didn't enjoy it, but well, beggars and choosers and all that. You set alarms around 2 hours in, hoping that you'd be pulled out of your sleep before any nightmares came. To make up for the lack of sleep, you resorted to snacking constantly and eating small amounts of food to make up for your lack of energy. Naturally, this brought up quite a few other problems. This did come with it's perks, though. As a corporate worker, one doesn't exactly have much personal time for R&R. So in the ungodly hours where everyone you knew slept, you stayed up, binge-watching any content you could find. Kpop, to be exact. You basically just binge-watch K-pop content at night—various shows, music shows, music videos, anything. Not exactly an awe-inspiring or particularly jaw-dropping talent, but well, it had its moments to shine. Particularly, a radio show, where your recognition of Ice Cream Cake within the first second of the song earned you a prize that many others had failed to obtain despite spending thousands on albums. A small intimate fan meet amongst Red Velvet and 100 lucky fans. Maybe your nightmares were actually real life, and life was a dream. Listen, if you could meet Red Velvet, you'd take whatever came with it. It seemed that the powers that be, decided to test that statement, as you excitedly hopped into bed, brimming with anticipation at meeting your idols tomorrow. You always turned your alarm clock on, you always did, right?
As you opened your eyes, you found yourself in a foreign room, framed works of arts lining every square inch of the walls around you. The room was dimly lit, shadows flickering against the walls like malevolent spirits, the only thing keeping you from complete darkness were the candles, desperately flickering as it tried its best to keep the room lit. You stood in the centre of the room, cold sweat pouring down your face, your breath coming in short, panicked gasps. The air was thick and oppressive, carrying a nauseating stench of decay that made your stomach churn. You knew in your gut that something was wrong. You’ve made it a point to always have your alarm set, and it pulls you out before anything happens right? You couldn’t be that careless right?
Well, you alway enjoyed proving yourself wrong.
Without warning, the walls began to close in, the room shrinking around you. You tried to move, but your feet were rooted to the ground, as if the floor had turned to quicksand, dragging you down. Panic surged through you as the winds grew stronger, extinguishing the candles, and the darkness crept closer, the shadows morphing into monstrous, writhing shapes that seemed to reach out with clawed hands.
A low, guttural whisper echoed, repeating your name over and over, each iteration louder and more insistent, filled with a sinister glee, followed by a loud cackle. You strained to see where it was coming from, but the source remained hidden.
Out of the corner of your eye, a figure emerged from the darkness. It was unfamiliar yet grotesquely horrifying, a twisted amalgamation of nightmares. Its eyes were hollow, pits of endless darkness that swallowed all light. Its mouth stretched into an unnatural grin, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. It reached out with skeletal hands, fingers elongating and curling like the legs of a giant spider.
You tried your best to stay calm. You had enough experiences with nightmares to know that however realistic it felt, it was all fake, and it would be over soon. The walls were almost touching you now, the space so confined you could barely breathe. The figure's icy fingers brushed your face, their touch burning like acid, sending waves of agony through your body. Their whispering voice was right in your ear, speaking in a language you couldn't understand, yet the words filled you with an overwhelming sense of dread and despair.
Breathe, just breathe. It would all be over soon. Just breathe
Just as the walls were about to crush you, everything stopped. The figure vanished, the walls receded, and you were left alone in the now cavernous, empty room. The silence was deafening, but it was short-lived. The ground beneath you began to crack and crumble, and you started to fall into an abyss of endless darkness, the wind howling in your ears as you plummeted into the void.
You reached out, grasping at nothing, feeling the cold, slimy tendrils of something unseen wrapping around your limbs, pulling you deeper. The whispers grew louder, now a cacophony of voices screaming your name, each one more frantic and desperate than the last.
You bolted up from your bed, shirt soaked in sweat, panting heavily as your chest heaved up and down, looking to your phone in regret. You should have just remembered to set that damn alarm. Great Start to the day. At least this one was a tame one.
With your fashion sense limited to dress to impress, and you still being thrown off by that nightmare, you decided to forgo any flashy attire, opting instead for a simple outfit, throwing on a baggy hoodie and some jeans, then heading out to the event. Once you reached the auditorium, you saw quite a large crowd already gathered, some assumedly being dispatched or some fans hoping to get lucky and see the idols in real life. Walking up to the entrance, you were stopped by two security guards, who, after verifying your ticket, quickly ushered you into the venue. Quickly grabbing a seat, you look up to the stage, and immediately you're struck in awe of the sight in front of you. Of course, you had seen them online before, and you had spent countless hours gushing to your friends over how pretty they were, but seeing them in person and so close was a whole different kind of ethereal. And amongst this collage of beauty and almost angelic perfection, one stood out to you. The other members looked good, that you couldn't deny, but Kang Seulgi just had this aura about her, and you found it hard to rip your eyes off of her. You could almost swear she locked eyes with you for a moment. For a moment, that took your mind off that horrible nightmare. Just for a momentAs the event kicked off, you were ushered to the front of the stage, feeling your heartbeat accelerate as you got closer to the stage, clutching the Red Flavour album tight against your chest. Walking up to the first seat, you were greeted with a warm smile by Wendy. You shared a quick conversation with her, talking about how much you loved her music. Catching on to your nervousness, Wendy let out a slight chuckle. "Take a deep breath, What's your name?" Wendy asked "Y/N" You mumbled out, embarrassed at having been caught going into fan mode. "Thank you for all your support, Y/N. I appreciate every one of our fans, and I look forward to releasing more songs for you guys to enjoy!" Wendy replied, motioning to your album, taking the cap off her pen. This continued with the other 3 girls, though the interactions varied, Yeri and Joy being more playful, while Irene, while still interacting, was more laid back, letting you do more of the talking. Finally, you reached the one who you'd been almost bubbling over in excitement to meet. As you reached Seulgi, before you could even say anything, Seulgi looked straight into your eyes. before quickly grabbing you by the hand. "You look tired." Seulgi said, worry evident in her tone. You did try to answer, you really did, but with Seulgi's hand on yours, her eyes locked on yours, your words couldn't leave your throat. "Are you okay Y/N?" Seulgi asked, looking worriedly at you. With a hard gulp, you force yourself to focus, slowly wiggling your hand away from under Seulgi's hand in an attempt to force your brain to rewire itself. Worried, Seulgi looked to her manager in a corner, beckoning her over to bring a bottle of water for you. "Thank you." Was all you could mumble, taking a seat as your eyes darted around wildly, from Seulgi's auburn locks, to her soulful eyes, there really was nowhere you could look without being entranced by her. "Your fatigue, is it a common thing?" Seulgi asked, akin to a therapist or medical professional more than an idol. "Yeah, but it's not a medical condition, it's just, I get nightmares. I don't really get more than 3 hours of sleep a night" You explain, nervously fidgeting, unable to maintain eye contact with her. "Oh, you poor thing, I'm sorry to hear that. How do you even cope with this? Have you talked to anyone about all this?” Seulgi asked, leaning in closer to you.
“I usually listen to Kpop, but sometimes, I’ll just go to the beach near my house and just listen to the waves, maybe have some cookies, it helps. About telling others…I’ve mentioned it, but nobody really takes it seriously. I don’t want to get any special treatment for it either, so I tend not to talk about it unless anybody asks. You must think I’m some kind of weirdo.” You begin to mumble. Who needs nightmares when you have adolescent brats who could make fun of anything? “Nonsense, we all have our own problems, and it’s not like this is within your control. Stay strong, I’m sure there will be someone to help you soon.” Seulgi said, giving you a small smile as she reached out, gently squeezing you on your shoulder. “I’ve tried, Seulgi, it’s been a long time, at some point, you adapt instead of overcome.” You said, downtrodden, the most recent slip up induced nightmare still sending chills down your spine. “I have a good feeling about it. Trust me.” Seulgi said with a smile. It’s a curious thing, this has been said to you multiple times, many many times, parents, teachers, friends who were understanding, therapists, many, many people. And to be frank, after the first 3 or 4 times, you had kind of lost hope. They were just being nice, and you understood that. It’s not like they would say, “You’re stuck with this now, now scram kid, I want to watch Shark Tank.”, so you always took their words at face value, just a wish, and a hope for a better tomorrow. However, now, as you looked into the eyes of Kang Seulgi, international superstar, renowned kpop idol, there was a resolute hope, a belief even that what she said was true. Wow, you thought to yourself. Kang Seulgi was out of this world. The manager whispered to Seulgi, gesturing to the line that had begun to form behind me. “One moment.” Seulgi said to her manager, before Seulgi hastily grabbed your album, signing it. ‘Wishing you all the luck in overcoming your afflictions. I’ll be with you all the way, whether through our music, or in my thoughts. Your Dream girl(and better be your favourite), Kang Seulgi <3)”
“Woah” Is all you could mutter as you crashed onto your bed, reading what Seulgi had written on your album for what had to have been the hundredth time of the day. Or the thousandth, you’d lost track to be very frank. Could there really be a solution to your nightmares? Perhaps, but that was a problem for another day. Now, you sleep. The little sleep you can get anyways. Turning to your side, you set an alarm for 2 hours. Perhaps Seulgi was right, but unfortunately, you weren’t gonna risk another night terror at the assurance from a Kpop idol. Perhaps soon, not now.
As you tucked yourself into your bed, and drifted into your deep sleep, you sat up, hand moving to your phone, shutting the alarm off, before falling back into the bed, in a slumber all the while.
For the second time in as many nights, you sat up, this time finding yourself in a transparent room in the middle of the ocean, waves crashing around you, the symphony of silence chiming in your ears, the only thing audible being the crest and trough of the waves. This was calm. This was great. This was wrong.
You looked around, confusion stirring. Looking at the room, you saw a table with two seats, one seat occupied by a woman, who slowly sipped a cup of water as she admired the sea. Before you could ask anything, the woman spoke. “Do you like this? I scanned your subconscious, and this was an environment you found relaxing.” The woman’s voice was familiar. Too familiar. You recognised that voice. “Seulgi?” You say in disbelief. The woman ignores you, continuing to sip her water, as she beckoned you to a seat opposite of her, across the table
What the hell was going on? Was this a nightmare? This was definitely different from the nightmares you were accustomed to.
“This isn’t a nightmare, that much I can promise you. Trust me 0n this. Take a seat and I’ll explain.” Looking around, you tried to take in as much as you could as you moved to the vacant seat. You somehow overslept again, but instead of a nightmare, you were stuck in something more akin to a dream, with a lady you’d assume was similar to an oneiroi. The lady, who looked exactly like Kang Seulgi. None of this made sense. “I’m not an oneiroi, though I’m impressed you know about oneiroi. And before we go on, yes, I can hear what you’re thinking. Any other questions?” The lady said with a smile, snapping her fingers, a cup full of hot chocolate, your go-to drink by the beach, suddenly appearing in your hand. “What are you? How is this happening?” “Well, before anything, I apologise for taking so long. A peek into your subconscious shows how much suffering you’ve been through. And for your questions, I’m akin to a technician. I’m here to fix your nightmares, but it’s a long job, so while you sleep, instead of nightmares, I’ll be here. I can make this room anything, a batting cage, a movie theatre, whatever you need to relax. And when you wake up, you’ll feel well rested, as if you slept through the entire night.” Looking at her, your mind raced with the possibilities of all that could happen. Was this real? If this was real, it’ll finally be over, the sleepless nights, the 2 hour sleeps, the nightmares. You didn’t know if you could place your full faith in this. Then, your mind instantly bolts to the next question. “Why do you look like Seulgi?” You asked, and just as the woman was about to answer, you raised your hand, the answer seemingly having come to you. Seulgi had left a deep impression on you after that fanmeet, and with all that talk about helping your nightmares go away, all of that must have made your mind associate Seulgi with fixing your nightmares. That made sense. Clearly sensing your thoughts, the woman let out a light giggle. “You’re quick.” She quipped, causing you to shrug. “Well, if I’m to spend my time here with you, what do I call you?” You asked “Whatever you want.” “Would you mind if I called you Seulgi? That’s who you took your likeness from, and I’d probably end up calling you that anyways.” You asked, the woman nodding in agreement. “Alright, Seulgi, how long does this dream last? And can you make this place, like a nice old timey diner.” You asked, Seulgi nodding, snapping her fingers, and just like that, the room around them was morphed into a diner, as you found yourself in a small cubicle in the diner, sitting opposite to Seulgi. In front of you was your favourite food, a good bowl of Jjangmyeon, while Seulgi had a plate of Kimchi Tuna Fried Rice. “See that clock there?” Seulgi gestured to the wall clock, showing 10 minutes left. “Each of these dreams will last 2 hours. You lost some time on this one since I spent some time getting you here. When the time runs out, you’ll wake up at 0700 in this case. You need to spend a minimum of 2 hours here for any work to get done, so do account for it. You’ll have to at least get 4 hours of sleep for the next few months, how many exactly, I can’t be sure.” You nodded in understanding, making a mental note to make sure you changed your sleeping habits. “Seulgi, can I ask a favour of you?” You ask, slowly eating the bowl of Jjangmyeon.
“Shoot.” Seulgi replied. She knew what you were going to ask, but, well, this facilitates human interaction more. “Seeing as I’m going to spend quite a bit of time here, you’re going to be my only companion. For us to hang out, well somewhat normally, considering you’re basically an angel, could you not read my mind? At least that way, I can feel like I’m talking to a friend, and not an omniscient being.” You ask, Seulgi returning a small smile. “Of course. If that’ll help you relax more, by all means.” Seulgi said, before snapping her fingers As the time passed, you began to ask Seulgi questions, to which she answered with an amused smile all the while. “What are you? Are you a figment of my imagination? Or are you some sort of extraterrestrial, or supernatural?” You asked, before hearing a buzz from the clock. Hearing that, Seulgi let out a light giggle. “Oh well, questions for tomorrow night.”
You sat up in shock, finding yourself back in your bed. Wow, this was…wow. It was a foreign feeling but you felt rested, invigorated. You could get used to this.
“You’re looking chipper. What song is that anyways?” Lucy commented, letting out a light snicker as she watched you by the copier, humming a tune while you scanned some documents. “There’s no way you don’t know Cosmic. By Red Velvet? No? That’s kind of disappointing Lucy.” You commented as she shrugged, then rolled her eyes, taking a sip of coffee before heading back to her desk. So this was what working on a full night of sleep feels like. It’s great. Well, as great as working a corporate job can be.
As the night dawned, you laid in your bed once more, about to shut your eyes, just before you felt a wave of insecurity rush over you. What if last night was part of a bigger nightmare, give you a sense of false hope before showing you that rock bottom indeed had a basement? “This isn’t a nightmare, that much I can promise you. Trust me 0n this.” Seulgi, or technically Fake Seulgi’s words echoed in your mind. Could you trust her? Your finger lingered over the alarm app. A few seconds later, you sighed. In for a penny. Setting your phone to the side, you turned your lamp off, going off into sleep.
“Welcome back.” was all you heard, finding yourself in what looked to be a cosy home theatre. Looking around, you saw a widescreen TV, and a small two seater couch. “What’s this?” You ask, looking confusedly at Seulgi, who simply smiled. “Deadpool and Wolverine. I know you’ve been meaning to watch it but you haven’t been able to get tickets for it, so here.” Seulgi says with a smile, patting the seat beside her, two buckets of popcorn in her hands. “Oh, nice.” You say in jubilation. You rush towards the seat, Seulgi handing you the bucket of popcorn, before snapping her fingers, the opening sequence then beginning to play. Everything seemed normal, but all of sudden, you feel a hand slide on your arm, looping around yours, causing you to tense up. What was happening? You turn to your side, seeing Seulgi stare at the screen nonchalantly, as if her arm wasn’t looped around yours. “Everything okay?” Seulgi asked sweetly, in a way that made you almost certain she knew what she was doing. “Fine.” Was all you could say, causing Seulgi to giggle, going back to watching the movie. Would you really make Seulgi so flirty with you in your mind? Would you? Yeh, sounds about right. This was wrong though, and you knew it. Your heart rate accelerated, and you felt a crimson blush across your face. All this, for a fake imagined version of a Kpop idol you could only dream of even watching a movie together. It was wrong, and it had to stop.
Easier said than done, however. Especially when Seulgi looks at you the way she does, trapping you in her dark hazel eyes, showing you universes you had no clue even existed. It also didn’t help how clingy Seulgi was during the movie. Oh well, it’s probably just a one time thing, the next one would probably be the two of you just chatting like a couple of friends. Well, right and wrong.
You guys had many hangouts, but some stuck out more than the rest
In the dimly lit café, the ambiance is warm and inviting. Seulgi is seated at a corner table, her face illuminated by the flickering candlelight. You join her, and she greets you with a smile that seems to light up the entire room.
Seulgi leans in slightly, her voice playful. "I was hoping you'd come by. This place has the best coffee. Have you tried it?"
You smile, feeling a flutter of excitement, before rolling your eyes playfully. “Wow, tooting your own horn huh? Never pegged you for a self indulgent type.” “What can I say? I’m the best.” Seulgi says with a smile, causing you to playfully shove her, laughing at her faux confidence
As the conversation flows, you find yourself drawn to her laughter and the way she engages with you. Her presence makes everything feel more vibrant. She teases you about your taste in books, and you playfully banter back, though you use real life information on Seulgi instead of what you know of this Seulgi.
Another night, the scene shifts to a moonlit park. The path is lined with glowing lanterns, casting a golden light over the surroundings. Seulgi walks beside you, her dress fluttering with the gentle breeze.
Seulgi nudges you playfully as you stroll along the path. “I’ve never understood the hype around night strolls.”
"Have you ever noticed how peaceful everything feels at night? It’s like the world slows down just for us." “Umm, I’m not real? What are you saying?” Seulgi giggles as she playfully flicks you on the forehead, causing you to smile, but also pulling you out of the moment. Your feelings for this Seulgi was undeniable, but how could you feel that way for someone who was nothing more than a spectre of your own imagination? “Are you okay?” Seulgi gently asked, this time more gentle and careful, seeing the change in your demeanour. “Yeh.” You said with a forced smile, continuing to walk through the makeshift park
You talk about everything and nothing as you walk. She shares whimsical stories, and you respond with your own tales, each of you enjoying the other’s company.
Every now and then, she’d glance at you with a soft smile. The way she leaned in slightly when she spoke, or the way she let her fingers graze yours as you walked, created a sense of closeness that was both comforting and disorienting. You found yourself caught between the peace of the moment and the unsettling, terrifying reality of being in love with someone who didn't exist.
In another dream, you find yourselves at a bustling carnival. The air is filled with the sounds of laughter and carnival games. Seulgi is by your side, her eyes bright with excitement.
She tugs you towards a game booth, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "Let’s see if you can win me that plush toy! I’m counting on your skills."
You accept the challenge with a grin, the playful competition adding to the joy of the evening. As you win the plush toy and hand it to her, she laughs, her eyes sparkling. "I knew you had it in you!"
“Did you rig the game?” you asked with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow at Seulgi.
She grinned mischievously, wrapping her arms around the plush toy. “Who knows? Maybe I just wanted to see you win. Sometimes, a little magic can make things more fun.”
“Thanks for this though.” Seulgi whispered, gesturing to the plush, getting on her tiptoes, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.
As you stood stunned, she laughed, laughing as she pulled you to the Ferris wheel
You both ride the Ferris wheel together, sharing a quiet moment as you look out over the carnival below, the lights glimmering from the ground as you sat conflicted, attempting to combat your burgeoning feelings
Another night, you’re in a serene garden at twilight. The air is filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and the garden is bathed in a soft, golden light. Seulgi is with you, her presence calming and serene.
You sit on a bench, surrounded by the beauty of the garden. Seulgi turns to you, her voice gentle. "Isn’t it amazing how some places just feel right? Like they were meant to be experienced with someone special."
You nod, feeling the warmth of her presence. "It does feel like that. I’m glad we’re here together."
Seulgi rests her head on your shoulder, allowing your mind to wander far and wild
“This is really nice,” you said softly, almost to yourself. “It feels like the world has slowed down just for us.”
Seulgi tilted her head slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m glad you think so. Sometimes, it’s these quiet moments that make everything feel right.”
“Thanks for making this for me.” You say
“Anything for you.”
In the next dream, you walk along a starlit beach, the waves gently lapping at the shore. Seulgi walks beside you, her dress flowing with the breeze.
Seulgi picks up a seashell and holds it up to you, her voice soft and playful. "I’ve always liked finding seashells. They make me think of stories and adventures."
“You’ve always?” You ask sceptically
“It’s called small talk genius. Try thinking of topics when you don’t exist.” Seulgi rolled her eyes, sticking her hand out.
You take the seashell from her, admiring its beauty. "You have a way of making even the smallest things feel special."
Seulgi’s eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and affection. “That’s my job, after all. To make things special, even in dreams.”
As you walk along the beach, you talk about your hopes and dreams, all the while Seulgi looked at you, an undeniable look of adoration, but under the surface, you could sense a small look of apprehension. Oh well, problem for another night.
“What’s this?” You look at the envelope, a SM ent sign on it. Looking at it, you found that you were invited back for another fan sign, in two days, but it was only for one of the five members, and you got Seulgi. Wow, that was trippy. Meet the real Seulgi while you were in love with the fake one. This was going to be, mildly confusing The next night, things were different. Instead of coming into a special hang out/date that Seulgi would create, you found yourself back above the ocean, the same transparent box hovering over the ocean, a big grandfather clock in the corner of the room, ticking backwards from 2 hours. Paying it no mind, you move to find Seulgi, who was sitting at the same table as the first night. “Hey Seulgi, what’s with the sudden nostalgia trip?” You ask, letting out a small chuckle, going to sit opposite a rather uncomfortable looking Seulgi, who looked deep in thought. “Seul?” You prod lightly, seemingly pulling her out of her deep thought. “Hmm? Oh yeah, you know, I ran out of ideas.” She quickly sipped her cup of water, trying to force a smile. “Is everything okay?” You ask, slightly suspicious. Between the apprehension of the previous night, and her clear unhappiness here, something was off. “No, nothing, sorry, just, had a lot on my mind, with my upcoming schedules and p-” Seulgi was clearly stressed, and your eyebrow creased in confusion. “You have a schedule? What for? You’re a, well, I still don’t know what you are, but I didn’t think you’d have a schedule.” You ask. “Forget I said anything, what do you want to do? I’m out of ideas unfortunately.” Seulgi shrugs. “Hmm, maybe Karaoke?” You suggest, it was a fun way to pass time, and if this Seulgi was anything like the real Seulgi, you knew you were in for a vocal masterclass. “As you wish.” Seulgi theatrically bowed, snapping her fingers, a karaoke machine and a TV appearing before them. For the next hour and a half, you and Seulgi had a blast, going through the greatest hits, your uninspiring vocals being blanketed by a snap of a finger, granting you passable vocals for the next 2 hours. One song in particular, ironically a Red Velvet Song, Psycho, Seulgi shined and sang that song as if it was composed for her. “Wow, that was…amazing.” “Of course, I’m your dream girl.” She said, winking, causing you to smile, but also tilt your head in confusion. That sounded familiar. “Hey! It’s your turn.” Seulgi called out, handing you the mic. As you scrolled through the music list, your finger hovers over a certain Elvis song. You hesitated playing this song. You had come to terms with your crush on someone who didn’t actually exist. The Portuguese called it Saudade, the haunting desire for an imaginary love. It wasn’t right, but it was inevitable. Night after night of what were effectively dates, it was nigh impossible to not catch feelings for her, not only because she looks like Seulgi, but because of her playful and cheerful personality, a beacon and light for you. She was your salvation.
“Wise men say, only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling in love with you.” You sing, locking eyes with Seulgi, who seemed to understand what was going on As you continued to sing, Seulgi’s gaze never left yours, softening as you got lost in her eyes as she swam in the galaxies of yours. The song reaches it’s end, and, nothing. Silence. The two of you sit in silence, but it wasn’t awkward. You knew, the both of you had a choice to make, and it was evident on Seulgi’s face, that she was conflicted. The two of you begin to talk at the same time, causing yet another pause in the conversation. “You go.” You say, allowing Seulgi to go first. She nervously gulps, before starting to talk. “Y/N, I want you to know that I’ve really enjoyed the past two months.” Had it really been two months already? Wow, time flies huh. “Y/N. I know we have something, there’s something between us that I can’t explain, but…” Seulgi paused, and you felt your heart jump from your chest. Of course, what did you expect? This was obviously never going to work out, who could love y- “No, Y/N, it’s not that.” Seulgi suddenly said, causing you to weakly force a smile. “What did I say about peeking about my mind Seulgi?” You say, causing Seulgi to grimace. “It’s involuntary…I can’t turn it off today.” Seulgi says, causing to look at her in confusion. What’s so special about today? “It’s the last day, Y/N. My work here is done, no more nightmares, everything is fixed up, but…that means this too is done. All of it. The 2 hour meetings nightly, the carnivals, the parks. All of it. I’m really sorry.” Seulgi says, causing you to reel back in shock. You didn’t know these dreams would end. Maybe you did, but you just never acknowledged it. Looking hurriedly at the clock, you see the hour hand disappeared, the minute hand too, you only had 20 seconds left. You didn’t have time. Looking hurriedly at Seulgi, you found yourself unable to say a word, instead, you placed your lips on hers, pulling her into an embrace, stealing the last moments of, everything.
“No!” You sit up in your bed, cold sweat, as if you had a nightmare the same way you did before A sigh, you walk to the kitchen island, having to brew your own hot chocolate. As you sit at the island, your mind is in turmoil. That kiss solidified only one thing, and that was that you had fallen in love. And the person you loved was gone. As you slowly sipped your beverage, you notice the ticket for the fanmeet on the island. A last look at your lost love. It was all you had left.
Everything seemed the exact same, the same ball room, the same guards, it all felt cookie cutter, but good. That was good. You needed some familiarity to get your head on straight. The time passed in a flash, and before you knew it, you saw her. Kang Seulgi, the real one, walking into the room, her eyes looking at you, lighting up in recognition. Probably from the previous fan meet, you muse. You were a unique personality. Time went on, and the people ahead of you trickled away, all until you found yourself in front of her. “Y/N. Right?” Seulgi asked, looking to her manager, snapping her fingers to get the manager’s attention, then pointing to you. “Yeh, from the previous fanmeet. The one with the nightmares.” You say, seeing the manager come with a cup, steam forming above. “How’ve you been?” Seulgi asked “Better, the nightmares are gone, and that’s thanks to you.” You say with a small smile, taking the cup from the manager. Hot Chocolate. “Oh, that’s great, but why thank me? All I did was wish you the best.” As the time you had spent with her began to flood your mind, you felt yourself begin to tear up, everything you had been through with her, the love you had for her, all overwhelming you. “Are you okay?” Seulgi asked, quickly leaning toward you, her hand almost cupping your face, before quickly moving down to your shoulder. “Yeh, I’m fine, just, thank you for everything. You don’t understand how much you helped me through my problems, I love…everything you’ve done for me, and I just wanted you to know that. I’m sorry if I seem a little weird, I have to go now.” You quickly turn around, wanting to quickly walk away. Walk away before you break down in that chair, before you tell her that you loved her. “Y/N?” Seulgi called out, causing you to halt. Shutting your eyes tightly, you try to put on a brave face, turning around to face Seulgi, who had a small smile, and a familiar glint. “I didn’t think you were weird, and for what it’s worth, I really enjoyed our kiss.”
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Je T’aime
(Yeowooya part 2)[ft. Joy]
Tags: Fluff, angst, titfuck, riding, standing doggy, facial Word count: 9k+
You took a sip of water from the cup before you. Just behind the screen of your laptop, you could see Joy biting her lip in concentration. The ample lighting of her apartment saved you from another migraine as you scrolled through the document sent to you, and it also allowed you to watch her adjust the oversized shirt over her petite frame. You’d both woken up after a crazy round of sex, now it was time to work.
“Would ‘flamboyance’ be the right word to describe this?” Joy inquired. Setting your cup down, you replied. “I think ‘grandeur’ would be a little more suitable…”
She hummed in agreement and typed away.
“You know, you look pretty cute with those glasses,” she complimented. Your contacts had dried up earlier that day, leaving you with no other option but to put on your spectacles. You always felt rather self-conscious with the round, clunky frames sitting atop your nose. It felt nice to hear a compliment about them.
“Do you want me to wear them around more often?” You grinned.
“Maybe,” She replied cheekily. You shot her a look.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re really fucking confusing?” You inquired.
“Maybe…”
You rolled your eyes and took your glasses off. It’d been awhile since you wore them. The weight on your nose bridge was irking you a little. You set it down on Joy’s dining table, closing your eyes to give yourself a small break.
“Hm…” You heard Joy hum. You could visualise the pout on her face as she vocalised her moment of thought.
“Need help?” you offered.
You heard a faint rustle. Your eyes snapped open.
Your specs were on Joy’s face.
“Wow… You’re degree’s pretty low,” she remarked, “Why don’t you just wear these babies around everywhere?”
You stretched out your hand. “Give them back.”
Joy smirked.
“That’s no way to talk to your teammate!”
You rolled your eyes.
“Give them back please,” you corrected yourself. Joy tapped a finger on her chin, as if she needed the combined power of her five remaining brain cells to come to a decision.
“No,” she eventually answered.
A regular person would be a little ticked off by her behaviour, but you liked her enough to put up with her shit.
You heard Joy slide your spectacles back across the table.
“Don’t be annoyed, Ahjussi,” she teased you.
Retrieving your specs, you replied. “I’m not annoyed.”
And you were telling the truth.
You heard Joy let out a soft giggle before she resumed her work. It’d been a few weeks after your getaway with her. When you returned back to the office after your time on the beach, you were delighted to hear that your entire team had been dragged through the mud by just about every executive. They gave you the tongue lashing of your life, screaming all sorts of slurs and expletives. Out of courtesy, you apologised, but you did your best to hide a sly grin as you made eye contact with Joy.
A few hours after you got back, you were called into your boss's office. When you entered, you found Joy seated opposite your boss. As it would turn out, your boss had been monitoring both your work and Joy’s work—despite the fact that she was under different management—and decided that you were both worthy of a promotion. And so, you and Joy began your new journey in a new department as teammates. Better teammates, better desk space, better pay…
The first couple of days were fine for the both of you. You both acclimatised quickly to the new nature of your work and quickly learnt the process of the strange new place you had been promoted to. It felt unusual to have teammates that actually did work that they promised to do, and it was definitely out of the ordinary to be treated to coffee by your juniors in the team. It was an odd new experience, but you grew to like it.
With the convenience of being located to the desk next to yours, Joy was more playful than ever. When she was in a good mood, Soo-young would drop by and check up on you, leaving all sorts of snacks. When she felt like crap, Joy would sneak into your space to “consult” you, which was code for asking you to meet her in the bathroom for a quickie. Interactions with her became more frequent, and each exchange you had with her made that funny, fluttering feeling you’d experienced in the Chalet grow.
After about a week of working with her, you figured out that you had a crush on Joy.
“Help me read this email real quick,” she requested. You slid your spectacles back onto your face.
Joy slid her laptop across the table. You spun the screen around so that you could read.
“I think I did a pretty good job. You can feel my sincerity emanating from it,” she mused. She stood up and walked around the table to settle on the chair next to you.
“We’ll see…” you muttered, scrolling to the top of the page. Her leg brushed against yours. You felt the hairs on your body stand.
You thoroughly proofread Joy’s long email to one of the clients that she’d been assigned to reach out to. She’d always been a good writer, and you knew because you’d read countless emails for her. There was never much that needed to be amended or added in her emails, maybe a few small grammatical errors or punctuation mistakes here and there. You remember that she’d once wanted to pursue a career in writing while she was in highschool, but her parents shut her down the moment she brought it up.
“Looks decent,” you remarked, sliding her laptop back to her.
“That’s it? Just ‘decent’?” Joy interrogated.
Giving her a look, you answered. “What the fuck do you want me to say?”
“A compliment would be nice.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Fine… Your email’s good,” you obliged.
“Thank you,” Joy smiled. She seemed satisfied with your new response.
You chuckled to yourself and closed your laptop.
“I refuse to believe that no one has ever told you how confusing you are,” you told her frankly. With a shrug, Joy replied, “It’s because I don’t hang out with naggy uncles like you.”
“We’re the same age, Soo-young.”
“But that doesn’t make you any less of an uncle…”
You picked up your notebook and lightly smacked her over the head. Joy pouted, a feigned look of pain on her face.
“Keep up the act and I’ll smack you even harder,” you warned her, shaking the notebook in your hand for extra emphasis.
“Alright…” Joy groaned, “Jeez… Take a joke will you?”
“I can take a jokes. Your jokes are just bad,” you smirked.
“Take that back,” she ordered.
With a wink, you shot back, “Make me.”
Joy took a good look at you. You blinked, and she was on you the next moment. Her hands cupped your cheeks, nails tracing circular patterns on your face.
“Take it back…” she whispered.
If this happened before you learnt of your crush on Joy, you would’ve reacted normally—Grab her ass, kiss her, scoop her up and take her to the bedroom… You could probably write a five page essay on the various ways you’d own her.
But it was different now.
You found your heart palpitating in your chest. Your palms were sweaty, your arms stiff at your sides. All the retorts that you came up with instantly left you.
There was only one question on your mind.
“What’s wrong… Cat got your tongue?” Joy chuckled.
She was pinching your cheeks now, kneading with the soft flesh on your face like a child with playdoh.
“Is it my turn to be in control?” she asked, “Oh I have been waiting for—”
“What are we to each other?” you interrupted.
A look of confoundment crossed her face.
“H-Huh?”
Her hands stopped fidgeting and fiddling with your face. She looked you in the eyes.
“What… What are we, Soo-young?” you asked once more. Joy blinked.
“I… Don’t know…” she admitted, “What do you… Want us to be?”
You looked away for a moment. Now was the opportune moment to ask her out, yet something was weighing down on your heart. Hesitation seemed to be present in every cell of your body, but you were compelled to speak your mind.
“I… I want to date you Soo-young,” you blurted.
You hardly used her name yet it seemed to roll off your tongue so easily. Joy seemed at a loss for words. Silently, she slipped off you and sat back down on her chair. You swallowed the saliva that was accumulating in your mouth.
“Look… I-I know this is a little sudden and all…” you began. She raised a hand to cut you off. You zipped up as she spoke.
“We… Can’t date,” she told you, a grim look on her face. Your heart sank to your stomach.
Joy pursed her lips. She rubbed her palms against her thighs, her head turning to look out of her apartment window.
“I don’t have anything against you,” she clarified, “It’s just… I… I don’t think we should be in a serious relationship.”
You nodded solemnly, understanding where she was coming from. You had a feeling that she wouldn’t feel the same way about you, but her rejection still hurt nonetheless.
“Oh…” you muttered. “I… I see…”
Joy sighed heavily.
“Look… I…” she started, “I… I think I’ll need some time to think by myself…”
You nodded. You wanted to respect her decision, yet the urge to try and talk things out with her threatened to overpower your thoughts. You grabbed your laptop and stood up before you let your emotions get to your head.
“I’ll leave then,” you announced.
She looked up at you. Her mouth opened. You hoped that she’d say, “Wait”, tell you to sit down and talk things out with her…
She closed her mouth and let out a shaky breath. She had no words for you, and you decided that you didn’t have any words for her either.
You packed your things into your bag. You could feel her watching, silently observing you stuff your things into your bag. You knew that things wouldn’t be the same between the both of you from now on, and it was your fault. You shouldered your bag and headed over to her door. Your hand hovered over the doorknob for a few seconds, a naive part of you hoping for her to call you back.
But when you looked back at her, she was staring at the floor. There was an unreadable expression on her face, a mix of emotions you’d never seen before.
“Joy…”
She turned her head. You gave her a small smile.
“I hope that… You can think this over,” you told her.
She fixed you with a look—Unreadable.
“Y-Yea… I-I’ll try to…”
You smiled.
“Cool… See you I guess…”
Your hand gripped the cold doorknob. Everything you hoped to say had been said. You opened the door and left her apartment.
You did your best to not look back.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A heaviness in your heart plagued you for the rest of the week. A veil had shrouded your brain, your mind hazy and unfocused. Everything seemed to go by in a haze, bits of information entering your mind here and there as you sat at your desk and slogged away.
All forms of conversation with Joy had ceased. You did your best to avoid her when you could, but there were inevitable moments like the times where you had to ride the same lift or print something at the same time. In those small moments, you’d shoot a small smile that was sometimes unreturned. You tried to talk to her every now and then, but she never seemed to be interested. It didn’t help that her desk was next to yours.
Loneliness had begun to set in by your second week without Joy. You never realised how much time you’d spent with her till she was completely removed from your life. There were times when the two of you were alone, and you had to fight the urge to call her name in those times, every fibre of your body fighting against the thought of just turning to her and asking to talk. It was hard to see her, and it was even harder to watch as she went about her day like you didn’t exist.
By the first month, you’d accepted the fact that Joy would never rethink her feelings for you. It was foolish for you to ever think that she’d give it a second thought. You weren’t sure why you genuinely thought that there was hope.
By the third month without her, you were slowly getting accustomed to your new way of life. There was still the dull throb of emptiness in your heart, but you learnt to cope with it by drowning yourself in work.
By the fifth month, you thought you were okay. But that was when Joy texted you.
It was late. Joy had gone home long ago. When you saw her name pop up on your notification centre, your fingers froze on your keyboard. You stared at your phone screen, silently looking at the icon till your screen turned off. It took you a good moment to come back to your senses before you actually opened your chat with her.
We should talk.
You found yourself stunned by the three words she’d sent over a minute ago. Memories that you’d taken months to shut out were flooding back. You typed a reply.
Ok.
The message was instantly seen. The three dots appeared, moving in a wave as she typed something back.
We need to talk in person.
Are you free this weekend?
You raised an eyebrow. When you were still in contact with Joy, she’d always told you that weekends were reserved for her to be by herself. She was strict on this rule, but she was making an exception now. You quickly checked your calendar for the weekend. There was nothing.
Yeah.
The three dots reappeared.
Ok.
She sent you an address, and a quick check on your maps revealed a house that you’d never seen before in your life. It was somewhere off in the outskirts of the city, a long 3 hour drive from your place.
Meet me here at 2pm. See you.
You had questions for her, questions that needed answers instantly, but you decided to reserve them for the day itself.
The weekend rolled around quickly. You couldn’t sleep in the days leading up to your meeting… There was too much to think about.
The drive to the place was somewhat pleasant aside from your heart hammering in your ribcage. You ended up reaching 10 minutes earlier than the meeting time. In an act to not look desperate, you waited till the clock struck two before exiting your car.
You rang the bell at the cargate and waited. Tje cat in the driveway looked like Joy’s, but you weren’t too sure. The gate opened after a few seconds, a rather loud grinding sound filling the air as it slowly rolled open. You entered the property, stepping around the car and heading towards the door.
The door to the house opened as you approached. A little girl who looked no older than five stood before you, holding the door open with her tiny little body. You stopped in your tracks.
“Who are you?” the child asked.
“H-Hi… I-I’m looking for Jo—I mean… Soo-young,” you told her, “A-Am I at the right place?”
The girl stared at you for a bit before turning her head into the house and screaming, “MOM! SOMEONE’S AT THE DOOR!”
You felt yourself blush as you realised that you probably got the wrong address.
“S-Sorry… I-I think I might’ve…”
You trailed off when Joy appeared behind the girl. You locked eyes with her.
She smiled softly.
“Hey…” she greeted you, “Long time no see…”
You blinked, standing there like a deer in headlights. The girl looked up at Joy.
“Mom? Why is he staring at you like that?” she inquired. Joy laughed nervously.
“He hasn’t seen mommy in a long time,” she explained, “Go inside and help mommy get our guest a drink okay?”
“Okay!” the child beamed. She waddled into the house, leaving you and Joy alone at the front door. She opened the door a little wider and stepped aside.
“Let’s talk inside,” she told you. “I’m sure you have a lot of questions.”
“R-Right…” You replied.
You took off your shoes and entered the strange domain. Old cabinet supporting new flatscreen TV, old book on new coffee table, old clock ticking away next to an even older photo… The place was furnished as if two timelines had collided in the same house. The place clearly wasn’t Joy’s judging by the numerous pieces of furniture that strayed ever so far from her taste. Many things seemed rather out of place, yet there was an oddly homey feel to the house.
Soo-young led you to the couch and gestured for you to sit. She waited for you to settle down before seating about an arms length away from you.
“So… How have you been?” she asked first.
You shifted in your seat and replied, “I’ve been… Alright… How about you?”
Pinnochio would be jealous of you.
“I’ve… Been doing a lot of thinking,” she chuckled, “a solid five months of thinking… It’s more tiring than you’d expect…”
The sound of clinking tore your gaze away from Joy. The child came waddling back from the kitchen, carrying a tray that held two glasses filled with golden liquid and topped with a generous amount of ice. She walked past Joy and bee lined it for you.
“Here you go sir! Apple juice!” she declared. You graciously accepted the beverage, the sickly sweet scent of the nectar wafting into your nose.
“Thank you,” you smiled. The girl returned a smile before turning to Joy. Joy chuckled and lifted the glass off the tray with elegance.
“Thank you Yeon-su,” she smiled, ruffling the girl’s hair with her free hand.
“No problem mommy!” the child grinned, “can we go play when you're done?”
“Sure thing honey. Give mommy and her friend some time okay?” Joy requested.
“Okay! Don’t take too long!” the girl chirped before skipping away.
Joy turned back to you.
“She’s so precious isn’t she?” she mused.
“I… How old is she?” you inquired.
“Four. Going five in two months,” she answered.
Four years… She’s had a daughter for four years.
“Is… She adopted or…” you continued to probe. You knew that you were pushing boundaries here, but Joy didn’t seem to be uncomfortable.
“No… She’s mine,” she replied. You sat there in silence. Joy gave you time to process these new pieces of information in silence as she sipped on her apple juice.
“So… You’re… Married?” you blurted. Joy laughed.
“Married? God no!” she spat.
You stared at the ice in your glass, the slowly melting solids an excellent representation of what your brain felt like. Nothing was making sense. Joy? A mother? You began to wonder how much you actually knew about her.
“What…” you muttered, “Why… Why didn’t you say anything about this?”
You felt like an asshole for asking such a question. It sounded like it was expected of her to let the whole world know that she had a child. Joy sighed and leaned forward.
“I… I was just getting to that,” she whispered.
She swirled her apple juice for a bit.
“Look,” she started, “I… I’ve been meaning to—”
“MOMMY!”
Joy’s head instantly snapped towards the direction of her child’s voice. She set down her glass and bolted towards the kitchen. You quickly put down your glass and tailed after her. You followed her into the kitchen and stepped out a glass door into a backyard.
“What is it, Yeon-su?” Joy inquired, worry in her voice. With a tear stricken face, the little girl pointed to a tree.
“My… M-My football!” she wailed. You looked up and quickly spotted the outline of the black and white ball. It was nestled in between two tree branches, perched like a bird in its nest. Joy drew in a breath.
“Damn… That’s pretty high up,” she muttered. She looked back down at her child.
“It’s okay Yeon-su, mommy will get you a new one,” Joy assured her daughter.
“No! I-I don’t w-want a new one!” the child whined. “I want to keep this ball! No new ball!”
Joy pursed her lips.
“Sweetie…” she attempted to allay her child. But her daughter was having none of it.
“I WANT MY BALL BACK! I WANT MY BALL BACK!”
Joy squeezed her eyes shut, her forehead creasing as her brows furrowed. It’d been a while since you’d seen her this stressed. She looked like she was on the verge of letting out a cuss. You examined the tree again. It wasn’t too tall, growing maybe a centimetre or two above the roof of the house.
Maybe it was your feelings for her, maybe it was your conscience… Something compelled you to act before Joy’s stress levels got out of hand. You walked towards the tree trunk and circled it, looking for a low hanging branch. You found one, muttered a quick prayer, then jumped and wrapped your legs around the bark to start climbing. The coarse bark provided ample grip, allowing you to quickly move up to the lowest branch and get atop of it. You straddled the branch, craning your neck upwards to see how far up the ball was. It wasn’t too far up.
“H-Hey! W-What are you doing?” Joy asked, “get down! You’ll hurt yourself.”
You ignored her and climbed up to the next branch. You were grateful that its branches weren’t spaced too far from each other. You could use small bursts of energy and rest for a bit on each sturdy branch.
You did your best not to look down, your hands already shaky and your palms sweaty from just the feeling of being high up. It didn’t take long to reach it, and a simple smack was all that was needed to get it off the tree.
Satisfied, you descended back down from the tree. Getting down was much easier than climbing up, but the fact that you had to look down made it feel harder than it should’ve been.
Even when your feet were on solid ground, your hands continued to tremble. Joy was waiting for you at the base of the tree, a sincere look of worry on her face.
“You okay? You’re really pale,” she checked in. You managed a nod.
“I’m… Fine,” you assured her shakily.
“You sure?” she confirmed, “You look like you’re gonna shit yourself…”
You nodded once more. Joy’s daughter walked up next to her mother, a bright smile on her face.
“Thank you mister!” she exclaimed.
You waved it off, beginning taking deep breaths to calm yourself down. Joy’s daughter turned to look at her mother.
“I like him, Mommy. Can he be my new Daddy?”
Joy looked like she’d just been shot in the chest. Her daughter looked up at her innocently, examining her mother’s face with an unwavering expression. She caught your gaze, a certain look behind her eyes.
“I…” she trailed off. There was something going on behind her eyes, something unfamiliar and new. It was that unreadable expression, the same expression she’d fixed you with all those months ago.
Even now, you still couldn’t figure out what it meant.
Joy quickly looked away, blinking rapidly as she turned her daughter around.
“Let’s go inside Yeon-su…” she instructed.
“But you didn’t—”
“Let’s go inside,” Joy repeated. Yeon-su seemed to get the message. The fierce tone of her mother didn’t stop the girl from looking back at you as she walked back towards the house. Over her shoulder, the little girl gave you another one of those beaming smiles.
For a brief moment, you couldn’t tell Yeon-su apart from her mother.
You followed the mother-daughter duo back into their abode. Joy took her daughter upstairs to settle her down. Joy came back down a few minutes later.
“I gave her a colouring book… That should occupy her for some time,” she mused, “Sorry for her behaviour just now… I didn’t expect her to—”
“What happened to Yeon-su’s father?” you interjected. Joy licked her lips and stared at her feet for a moment.
“He um… He left.”
You regretted asking.
“O-Oh…” you muttered, “I-I’m… I’m sorry.”
Joy chuckled, but her laughter couldn’t hide the brief flash of pain that crossed her features.
“I-It’s fine…” she assured you, “the whole reason I asked you here was to show you Yeon-su…”
She raised her head, caught your gaze.
“She’s the reason I can’t date you.”
You felt the air grow heavy.
“W-What?” you stammered.
Joy let out a shuddering sigh.
“Look… I just need you to hear me out now,” she requested, “once I’ve said what I need to say… You’re free to go.”
Your silence was consent. Soo-young pursed her lips.
“I… I like you… I really, really like you,” she whispered, “I’ve liked you for a long time, and… I was so happy when you asked me out. It… felt like a dream come true…”
You remained silent to let her speak. She continued.
“I’ve always wanted to be something more with you, to be more than just friends with benefits… But… It can’t be that way, not when I have Yeon-su.”
A tear rolled down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away, sniffling as she did so.
“I… I can’t ask you to accept the fact that I have a child. I-I can’t make you just… Bear with the fact that I’m just some whore that got herself pregnant…”
Joy folded her arms over her chest and looked at the ground. There was mucus dripping down her nose that she didn’t bother to wipe. It pained you to see her like this—slowly breaking down in front of you in a moment of vulnerability. Joy had always been playful, naughty and a little cocky around you. You knew her as someone who had the perfect blend of beauty and adorability, someone who always had a smile on her face. Now she was revealing a new side to you, and she had chosen to show this side to you.
In a way, you felt honoured.
“And even if you could accept me for who I am and what I’ve done… I can’t ask you to accept that I’ll have to love my daughter over you at times,” she said.
She combed a hand through her hair. The unreadable expression had made its way back into her face. This time, you could see past it.
It was pain. Joy was in pain.
“I’m such an ass aren’t I? I’m making it seem like Yeon-su’s the one standing between you and me…” Joy chuckled bitterly, “That sweet girl did nothing wrong… This whole situation is my fault.”
You stood rooted to the spot, letting the wave of information and emotions wash over you. There were lots of things going through your head and your heart, it felt a little hard to breathe. Joy remained where she was, shoulder shuddering and quaking as she let her hair shroud her face.
“So… This is why… We can’t date” she strained, “That’s… That’s all I have to say. You… You can go now.”
You watched her wipe her face with the sleeve of her shirt. There was a heaviness in your chest, a stone that weighed down on your heart as you realised that Joy had been battling with these thoughts for months.
“Soo-young,” you called her softly. She shook her head.
“N-No… Don’t say anything…” she breathed, “I think it’s best if we leave things here… No hard feelings, no regrets… No secrets left to hide.”
You could feel a tear make its way down your face. You wanted to respect her choice, respect her choice the way you did five months ago… But you couldn’t this time. You knew that if you left your relationship this way, you’d never be able to repair it ever again.
“Go to her…” A small voice in your head urged.
No regrets.
You slowly walked up to her. With tender care, you drew back the curtains of her hair—pushing the jet black strands out of her face and tucking them behind her ear.
No regrets.
Her cheeks were wet, eyes puffy and squeezed shut. Gingerly, you reached under her chin and tilted her head up. There was not much to say, but there was much to do.
No regrets.
You kissed her—a tender, simple yet complicated gesture.
No regrets.
Joy never made any attempts to shy away. She willingly melted into you, a small whimper escaping her throat. You held her in your arms, feeling each shuddering breath she took send small shockwaves through your chest. You held her in your arms, a buzz filling your head as you let yourself absorb her scent, her taste—the familiar things about her that felt strangely alien in the moment.
You broke away from her, panting lightly as you watched her slowly open her eyes. You were both crying for your separate reasons, but there was a shared sentiment between the both of you.
We can’t leave each other like this.
You kissed her again. This time, her arms wrapped themselves around your neck, pulling you in and inviting you to combine with her. There was a longing, a craving that had to be fulfilled. It wasn’t the usual animalistic desire you felt for her. Rather, it was a lust for her love, a want for her close proximity. You wanted her in your life. You wanted to wake up beside her, brush her hair out of her face and kiss her good morning. You wanted to hold her hand as you walked with her in the park.
You wanted Park Soo-young.
But could you really look past the fact that she had a child? Could you really see love for who she was? Could you accept that her ex could possibly swoop in and complicate your life?
Well… You wouldn’t know if you didn’t try.
You let your lips leave hers, a brief moment of silence filling the spaces between your laboured breathings.
“Soo-young…” You whispered, her name rolling off your tongue like it did five months ago.
“Y-Yea?” she answered, entertaining you.
Your hands slipped down to her lower back.
“What if I can accept that you got yourself pregnant by mistake? What if I can accept that you have to love your daughter over me? What happens then?” you asked. Joy sniffled.
“It’s… It’s not that simple,” she told you.
“It can’t be that complicated can it?” you challenged.
She gazed into your eyes.
“Be honest with me…” she requested, “could you really do that?”
You felt a small smile lightly tug up the corners of your lips.
“Why not?” you challenged, “do you really look down on me that much?”
She giggled, tingling a part of your brain that seemed to remember her laugh so fondly.
“Well…” she whispered, “I… I guess there’s no harm in… Taking a chance.”
With a bold hope in your heart, you breathed, “Then take a chance on me Soo-young…”
Joy closed her eyes and let out a breath.
“Just… Promise me that you’ll take care of me,” she pleaded. You nodded.
“I’ll take care of both you and Yeon-su,” you assured her.
“That’s too much to ask of you,” she reasoned.
“It’s not,” you whispered, “It won’t be too much for me if we do it together.”
Joy gazed into your eyes, searching your soul.
“Look at you…Going full Prince Charming to woo me,” she teased you.
With equal playfulness, you replied, “But you like the attention don’t you?”
“Maybe…” she smirked.
You both fell silent for a minute. After a while, Joy finally nodded.
“I trust you to keep your word…” she smiled, “let’s date.”
Your cheeks had never stretched like this in your life.
“Let’s date,” you echoed. Joy reached up and cradled your face in her hands. She pulled you towards her, pressing her lips against yours, and you kissed her back with the biggest smile.
“Ew…”
Joy quickly broke the kiss. She looked past your shoulder.
“Y-Yeon-su! W-What… What are you doing there!” she squeaked.
You turned and saw Joy’s daughter sitting on the steps, watching intently.
“I thought you said that you were only friends Mommy?” the little girl questioned. Joy pulled away from you.
“O-Oh… I-I um…” she stammered.
As if urged by some comedic timing, the front door swung open. A middle aged woman waddled in, arms ladened with grocery bags.
“Aish… I can’t believe that they were all out of eggs!” the lady grunted as a middle-aged man followed in behind her.
“You know how supermarkets are honey…” the man sighed, slipping on a pair of sandals.
“Why is it so cold there anyway? It’s like winter—”
The lady stopped when she caught sight of you. Her gaze transferred between you and Joy.
“Soo-young?” she called, pointing a bony finger at you, “who is that?”
Joy cleared her throat.
“O-Oh, this is um…” she struggled to answer, “this is… My friend…”
“THEY WERE KISSING GRANDMA! DON’T BELIEVE HER!” Yeon-su unhelpfully inputted.
“Park Yeon-su!” Joy chided.
“What? I’m telling the truth! You always told me to tell the truth Mommy,” the daughter rebutted. She clearly took after her mother.
“Tsk… I… We…” Joy stuttered helplessly. The woman waved it off.
“Aish, we’ll talk about it some other time,” she grumbled. She pointed at you once more and said, “You. Can you cook?”
“A-A little,” you answered honestly.
“Good. We need as much help as we can get,” she mused, “date my daughter for all I care. Just don’t abandon her and Yeon-su like that last one.”
She walked past you with her grocery bags in hand. Just like Yeon-su, Joy obviously got her temper from her mother.
“Get in the kitchen! We have to start preparing for the party!” the lady barked. The man sighed.
“Pardon my wife’s behaviour… She’s always grumpy before these types of things,” he apologised. He walked over and freed up a hand to give you a handshake.
“Welcome to our home. I take it that you’re Soo-young’s new boyfriend?” he asked, gripping your right hand in a firm yet friendly grip.
“U-Um… Y-Yes,” you managed to sputter. He nodded slowly, scanning you from head to toe.
“I’m her father. Nice to meet you,” he grinned. He had a booming voice, a voice that could make you shit yourself if you heard it in an alley.
“You should come over again next week… I’d like to get to know you better.”
He released your hand and gave you a pat on the shoulder. Joy’s father disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you stunned in your place.
“They’re pretty chill, don’t worry,” Joy assured you, “we’ll worry about impressions later… Let's go and help prepare the food before Mom decides to behead all of us.”
Joy quickly jogged off to join her parents in the kitchen. As you moved to follow her, you felt a small tug on your pant leg. You looked down. Yeon-su gazed up at you.
“So… Are you my new Daddy?” Joy’s daughter inquired. You smiled warmly and crouched down so you were at eye level with her.
“I don’t know… Do you want me to be?” you offered. The girl pouted as she thought for a moment.
“I… I think that would be nice,” she told you, “Please take care of us.”
It felt like a shot of sunshine had been injected straight into your heart. You chuckled nervously.
“I’ll… I’ll do my best Yeon-su…” you told her. The little girl raised her closed fist and stuck out her pinky.
“Pinky promise?” she probed. You stuck out your own pinky and hooked it with hers.
“Pinky promise,” you echoed, “shall we go help your Mommy prepare?”
Joy’s daughter nodded enthusiastically.
“Let’s go Daddy!” she squealed before running off to join the rest in the kitchen. You stared at the entrance to the kitchen, thinking about what you’d thrown yourself into in the name of love. You were gonna have to get used to it if you wanted to keep your word to both Joy and Yeon-su.
Joy stuck her head out the door.
“Hey. You coming?” she asked. You nodded and rose to your feet.
With newfound energy, you joined your girlfriend in the kitchen.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
As it would turn out, the food that you’d painstakingly prepared was not meant for you.
“Every other week or so, my parents organise a neighbour gathering at our place,” Joy explained as she loaded a duffle bag full containing a few sets of Yeon-su’s clothes. She shut the trunk and scooped her daughter up into her arms.
Joy had an arrangement with her parents. On the weekdays when she was working, Yeon-su would stay with Joy’s parents and attend school in the nearby kindergarten. On weekends, Soo-young would stay over at her parents place and spend time with Yeon-su. However, today called for special arrangements.
“Are we going into the city again Mommy?” Yeon-su asked, eyes pooling with hope.
“Only if you want to,” Joy replied.
“Yay!” squealed the little girl in her arms. Joy smiled and opened the door to the backseat. She gently deposited her child into her vehicle and shut the door.
“Everytime they have a gathering, I take Yeon-su into the city and we stay at my place,” Joy told you.
“So that’s why you have that guest room,” you mused. She smiled and fished out her car keys.
“Excellent link Sherlock. Catch.”
She tossed her keys to you and rounded the vehicle to the passengers side. You chuckled and got into the driver’s seat.
The drive into the city didn’t feel as long as it was. Once in town, you settled on a ramen place and had one of the best dinners of your life with Joy and Yeon-su. Of course, an excellent dinner called for an equally satisfying dessert. Yeon-su practically dragged you over to a Gelato shop that she’d spotted along the way and attempted to order a double scoop of sea salt caramel for herself. Unfortunately for Yeon-su, her mother stepped in and stopped the order from going through.
In many ways, Yeon-su was a mini replica of her mother. They shared the same feistiness, had the same mischievous glint behind their eyes. Of course, good traits like respect had been passed down as well. Joy’s daughter dished out thanks and greetings to waiters like Oprah Whinfrey, earning her multiple smiles as your servers swooned over her.
“I think she’ll grow to be a fine woman,” you mused, watching as Yeon-su deftly scaled up a playground ladder. Joy's head rested on your shoulder as she idly sipped her yoghurt drink.
“You think so?” Joy inquired. You nodded.
“Yea… You raised her didn’t you?” you asked. Joy chuckled.
“It takes a village to raise that girl…” Joy muttered, “I’m just glad that my parents are here for me and her… I don’t want to imagine what life would be like if I hadn’t gone back to Mom and Dad.”
You found her hand and laced your fingers with hers. You felt her smile on your shoulder.
She gave your hand a squeeze.
“This is nice…” she whispered.
“Yea… It really is,” you chuckled. You were getting Deja vu from your time with her on the beach.
“You know… Even though Yeon-su was an accident, I never regretted keeping her,” Joy confessed, “She’s… She’s the second best mistake I’ve ever made.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“Second best?” you mused, “What’s your best mistake then?”
“Do you really have to know?” she teased.
“I’d like to,” you answered. Joy giggled.
“Well since you insist,” she smiled, “I think… My best mistake was arriving late for that board meeting and sitting next to you.”
You could feel yourself blushing.
“Aw shucks…” you muttered, “Hold up… Which part about that was the mistake?”
Soo-young shrugged and replied, “I guess we’ll never know…”
You clicked your tongue in annoyance.
“Sly fox…” you muttered. Joy chuckled, clearly proud of herself.
Yeon-su eventually tired herself out. With leadened feet, she trudged back over to the bench and asked to be carried. You gladly scooped her up into your arms, and the precious girl fell asleep on the way back to the car.
You found yourself back in the same apartment where you’d been rejected five months ago. You didn’t let the bad memory get to your head as you carried Joy’s daughter into the apartment. She was sleeping like a brick, snoring lightly as you laid her down on the bed of Joy’s extra bedroom. You slipped off her shoes, brushed some hair out of her face and tucked her in for the night. Joy watched you from the door, a fond smile on her face as she observed you.
“Something funny?” you asked once you caught her looking. Joy unfolded her arms and pushed off the doorframe.
“Nope,” she answered, “let’s go. Let her sleep.”
You switched off the light and walked out the room, shutting the door behind you as you left. Joy had brought out her wine glasses and her favourite bottle of white wine that she usually kept for celebrations. She sat on her couch, silently swirling her glass in her hand as you approached. Under the ample lighting of her apartment, you realised how tired she looked. Faint, dark rings circled the base of her eyes, her expression one of weariness.
“You okay?” you checked in, settling down and pouring yourself a glass of wine.
“Yea…” she replied, “Just a little tired.”
You sipped your beverage and leaned back on her couch.
“Wanna call it a day after this?” you offered. She shook her head.
“Nah…” she grunted, “I still wanna talk with you.”
Soo-young sat up in her seat and reseted her face on her palm.
“I missed you,” she whispered.
“Me too,” you vocalised.
She uncrossed her legs. Her elbows rested on her thighs.
“It’s kinda funny isn’t it?” she asked you.
“What is?”
She sipped out of her glass and said, “We’ve come full circle. This apartment… We started here didn’t we?”
You chuckled softly.
“Shit…” you remarked, a soft smile on your face.
Joy set her glass down on the table. With a sigh, she laid down, her head resting on your lap.
“Here… I first let my feelings for you manifest into actions right here,” she breathed, “I never thought that I’d be back here with you as my boyfriend… This is so crazy.”
Her statement made you think about one of the many questions you had for her. You stopped fiddling with your glass and set it down. You let your hands fiddle with Soo-young’s hair instead.
“Why didn’t you tell me the real reason when I asked you out here?” you quarried. Joy closed her eyes and sighed.
“I… Don’t know,” she told you, “I… I guess I was just scared.”
“Scared of what?” you probed.
“I… I was scared that I’d lose you…”
Your hands stopped.
“Joy…” you began.
“I-I know… It’s cheesy, it’s stupid…” she laughed bitterly, “I know I should’ve just came clean to you there and then, but I was scared that you’d freak out and leave me all alone…”
Joy clasped her hands together.
“I… I guess I was just afraid that you’d do what Yeon-su’s father did to me…”
You exhaled, a dull throb in your chest. Even though you knew where Joy was coming from, you still felt a little betrayed. It hurt to know that she thought you’d ditch her like that… But then again, you figured that you’d probably think in a similar way if you went through the things she did.
You cupped Joy’s cheek, your thumb tracing the firm bridge of her nose.
“It’s alright Soo-young,” you assured her, “let’s stop talking about the past. We should focus on our future together.”
She opened her eyes and gazed up at you.
“Future?” she echoed airily. You nodded and replied, “Yea… Me, you and Yeon-su…”
She rose from your lap and sat up straight.
“Are you… Really okay with being Yeon-su’s father?”
You raised your eyebrows and leaned back into the couch. You had no idea how to raise a kid, let alone care for a child that isn’t your own. But for some reason, you seemed to have a connection with Yeon-su that enabled you to see her as your own. It was inexplicable, but it was there.
“It’ll take some time to adjust, but I think I can do it,” you declared. Joy laid back down on your lap and smiled.
“I think you’ll be a great Dad,” she told you.
“You think so?” you asked. She nodded.
“I trust that you’ll do your best to take care of her…”
She reached for your hand. You gladly gave it to her. With a tender smile, she held your hand above your face, fidgeting and fiddling with your fingers. You let her do as she pleased.
She let the moment last for a little longer before guiding your hand to her breasts. She laid your palm atop the right side of her chest. You could feel something poking your palm.
“No bra?” you mused. She bit her bottom lip.
“I was hoping to get lucky tonight,” she whispered.
It all happened in a matter of seconds. Clothes were off, tongues were in mouths. Hands searched each other's bodies, grasping, groping—going about the process like you always did. It felt so familiar yet so fresh.
“You sure Yeon-su won’t wake up?” you asked, brushing back the hair that fell in front of Joy’s face as she bobbed up and down between your legs. She let your cock pop out of her mouth, her hand delivering lazy but considerate strokes to your slick shaft.
“She’s a heavy sleeper,” she assured you, “don’t you think you should’ve worried about this before I started sucking you off?”
“Probably,” you mused, “But then again, there’s always—”
A sharp gasp cut through your sentence as Joy shoved your cock between her ample breasts. The warmth of her mounds surrounded your shaft, hugging your cock perfectly as she began to move up and down, slowly grinding her chest against your slick, hard meat. Your shaft slid in and out between her breasts, her saliva providing an ample amount of lubrication. The size of her mounds was enough to wrap around your member. It wasn’t enough to make it fully disappear between her cleavage, but enough to bring you divine pleasure.
You were breathless, shocked by the pleasure Joy was giving you. She stuck out her tongue, making contact with your head and sending shocks of pleasure shooting up and down your spine. This was the first time she’d done anything like this. The unfamiliarity, the new sensations you experienced… Everything about it made your toes curl into the floor.
“F-Fuck… Joy…” you groaned.
“You like this don’t you?” she hissed, “you love watching me milk your cock with my tits don’t you?”
You nodded furiously. Joy smirked, hands squeezing her tits together even more.
For long, pleasureable minutes, Soo-young continued to push your rock hard cock in and out between her warm, slick tits. Her hands squeezed her tender flesh around your cock, fingers interlocking in front of your cock to keep you from slipping out of the lovely embrace of her cute, perfect tits. You watched Joy work, those doe-like eyes on that cheeky face, so warped with lust and need. It was hard to imagine that you were sharing a wholesome moment with her just minutes ago.
“Fuck… you’re gonna make me cum Joy.”
Joy started to speed up.
“Then fucking cum,” she replied. She squeezed her breasts even tighter around you, spearing your harder and faster between her tits. She pumped her chest up and down faster, ground her chest against you harder, bottomed out as low as she could. You could feel your orgasm surging up your shaft, rapidly making its way from the base of your cock and seizing control over your senses.
“Soo-young…” you strain.
“Give me all your cum baby. Fucking paint me…”
Then it hits like the full force of a Tsunami. You felt every single burst of hot semen that shot out from your shaft. The first rope spilled out past Joy’s breasts sending hot, warm cum up her collarbone and onto her jaw. She leaned her face back, letting the rest of your semen cum paint her upper body. Rope after rope covers her chest, some high flying shots hitting her face as she relentlessly continues to take you between her tits.
It's only when your hand roughly grips her scalp that she slows to a stop. As you laid there panting, she took the time to clean your seed off her body. Cum gathered in her hands, disappearing into her mouth as she cleans herself thoroughly.
“I missed making you explode like this,” she giggled, rising up to her feet.
“Could… Tell…” you managed to retort through your laboured breaths.
She straddled you atop the couch. Her hands cupped either side of your cheek, pulling you into a deep, burning kiss that seemed to still your pounding heart.
“Let me know when you’re ready,” she rasped, moving down to give your neck some attention. You responded by grabbing a handful of her ass, gently kneading and squeezing the juicy flesh, relishing the feel of it spilling out past your fingers.
Her hand finds your shaft. Your hands hold her waist.
“I’ve been thinking about you so much,” she told you, “I know I said this before but… I missed you.”
You let your hands roam her curvy body, making sure to linger in all her sensitive spots.
“I’ve missed you too Soo-young,” you answered truthfully, “It’s been difficult…”
She raises her head, her eyes meeting yours.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
You cupped her cheek, your thumb gently rubbing some saliva off her face.
“I know Soo-young… You’d never hurt me…”
She remained silent and lined your tip with her slit. She looked at you for permission, and you gave her a nod. She sank down onto you, your head splaying her slick, flushed lips as she impaled herself on your cock. A long, drawn out sigh leaves her mouth while she fills herself with your cock. You hold her steady, supporting her slim figure as her ass touches the base of your crotch.
Joy leaned forward. You met her with a kiss. Your hands played with her nipples, pinching and twisting to your heart's content as you made her moan into your mouth. She started to grind against you, letting her walls stretch out around your throbbing cock while her breath mixed with yours.
She’d ridden you multiple times. In the office, in a chair, on the beach… But this was different now. This was more than just a search for pleasure, a carnal flurry of thrusts and cusses…
There was no other way to describe it. It was love.
Joy raised her hips, drawing your shaft out of her body before coming down once more. She established a tender, slow rhythm as she rode you, grinding her warm, tight body against yours while her sighs filled your ear. You leaned against the backrest of the couch, drinking in the sight of Soo-young taking you in and out of her body. She rode you slowly, enjoying every entry and exit of your shaft, relishing the feel of your cock filling her to the brim.
Her slim, tight body rolled. Her perfect, alluring breasts bounced. The muscles of her thighs and hips contracted and relaxed on either side of you. Her hot body grinded against you, your shaft spearing her tight folds as she fucked herself on your cock. A long string of gasps and moans streamed from her mouth, punctuating every squelch of her dripping pussy and emphasising each thrust you made into her body.
“Fuck,” she manages to say, “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed your cock...”
She started to ride you harder, faster—but only a little. You began to feel her pussy tightening around you, the telltale sign of her orgasm building inside her, leaking from her core to every part of her tight body. You brought your mouth hand to her left tit, sucking, licking, assaulting her flesh with your mouth. You drove upward slightly with your own hips, crashing your bodies together just a little harder, a little faster…
Joy’s hair flew behind her head as her head whipped back.
“Oh fuck!” she cursed, sweat splattering the couch as you slowly brought her to new levels of pleasure. You could feel her racing heartbeat in her pussy, throbbing and pulsing around your cock as she continued her gradual acceleration. She doesn’t stop, her moans and gasps rising in volume in a gentle gradient. Her juices leaked down your shaft, fluids being swirled around the inside of her body as your shaft drives her closer and closer to the edge.
For the first time, Joy orgasmed silently. Her body tensed, her arms locking around your neck as her mouth freezes in the shape of an “O”. Her throat muscles seize, her walls squeezing and pulsating around you as you flushed her against you. It took a long minute for her to come down from her high, but you would gladly hold her tight, bare body for as long as she required.
Her sweat stickied skin peels off yours. She found your lips once more, digging her tongue into the depths of your mouth. You let her regain her breath, gently caressing the curves of her delicious body as she rested atop of you.
“Alright…” she finally whispered, “Where do you want to fill me?”
You instantly looked over at the window on your left. Joy followed your gaze, a gleam in her eyes.
“Full circle…” she mused, sliding off your shaft and walking over to the window. Her chest pressed against the glass, her ass sticking out, inviting you to enter her once more. You walks up behind her, slapping your still hard shaft against her ass cheeks.
“Fuck me,” she hissed.
And you do just that.
You pumped softly, slowly, enjoying every sensation that you experienced. Joy let her pleasure be known to you, a steady stream of airy sighs leaving her throat as you fucked her. Her palms pressed against the glass, leaving imprints like the rest of her naked body. Her fingers curled into the pane, releasing the pleasure that you gave her. The glass fogged with each breath she took, her sweet voice slightly muffled by the glass.
“Just like that… Fuck me… Fuck me honey.”
“I’m close” you grunted. Joy hummed, thrusting back onto your cock.
“Do it,” she whispered, her eyes cast over her shoulder as she held your gaze, “cum in me. Fill me. I’m… I’m yours…”
Your second orgasm for the night arrived. With one last thrust, you groaned and sent stream after stream of hot semen spurting into Joy’s willing depths. Soo-young let out a soft gasp as you empted yourself inside her, the heat of your seed flooding her freshly fucked pussy. Her body relaxes, slumping against the glass as you paint her insides white.
It took time to recover. When both of you did, Joy met you with a glowing smile.
“I love you,” she whispered. Your cock slipped out of her pussy, warm cum slowly leaking out of her slit.
“I love you too Soo-young…” you sighed. She tilted your head towards her, engaging you in the nth kiss for the night.
Clothes were gathered and tossed into Joy’s room—There was a child in the house after all... Beneath the sheets, Soo-young cuddled up next to you and rested her head on your chest.
“Good night,” she wished you, “wake me up when you want to tommorow…”
“Alright,” you answered, “sweet dreams Soo-young…”
Your hand rested on her head, gently combing through her sweat matted hair. You felt her smile against you.
Things weren’t going to be the same for the both of you. From tomorrow onwards, you’d officially enter the day with Joy as your girlfriend. While the prospect was exciting, it admittedly scared you to no end. This was more than just a relationship between two people… There was a kid as well. You had to take care of both of them, and it wasn’t going to be easy. But you knew that things would all be okay. You weren’t sure what made you feel oddly calm about your new predicament, but you weren’t stressing over it.
With Soo-young by your side, you had a feeling that everything would be alright in the end.
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Whats goodie my gang. I decided to try something new with this fic, hope you guys like it :)). Thank you for stopping by and I will see you soon.
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Irene and you have been together for the past couple months, but have only gone as far as making out. But, this time is different and you tell her that you’re ready to go all the way, which leads to your first time together.(smut)
Show me how
Bae Joohyun x reader
Warnings: smut, nsfw
Word count: 2.9k
Notes: sorry for the wait!!! i wanted this to be sweet and cozy, almost like a hug from someone dear yk? i hope it is to your liking <3
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Dating Irene was like a summer breeze: it was easy, fresh, and cozy, just like feeling the sun on your skin, after spending too much time locked up at home. Unlike your past relationships, you felt completely comfortable talking to her about anything. You were always on the same page, and you couldn’t help but fall in love with her more and more each day as you observed her kind, caring and cheerful nature.
Even though you have dated people before, you’ve never gone too far beyond just a few kisses or touches, simply too insecure and scared to be that exposed in front of others. Besides, you’ve never actually trusted any of your past partners, either. They were clearly only using you for your body and your fame— trying to prove a point by attempting to ruin the shy, reserved girl from the group. As much as you knew that was how most of them saw you: merely a prize, waiting to be conquered, you couldn’t help but to feel used and lost, wondering if the problem wasn’t, in fact, yourself.
Which was the reason you were so insecure about evolving things with Joohyun, ever since you’ve started dating.
Truth be told, most of your hesitancy came as a way of protecting yourself. Being thrown into the industry by your parents so young— first as a child model, then as a trainee, and even now, as a senior idol— has pushed a lingering feeling of being constantly displayed to others on your skin, since that’s how you’ve always felt: exposed to tabloids and cameras in every way dimmed possible, from such a young age. Your whole life, ever since childhood, has always been rushed. Not once did you remember not being pushed to do things or act more mature than your age. In response to that, building up rough boundaries and ensuring your own peace and quietude were the first things you did, as soon as you managed to obtain full control of your life and your actions. You so desperately needed it; you’d accept nothing to be rushed, at least not anymore.
Which was why Irene and you were so perfectly matched. You felt it from the first time you were introduced to each other, through Joy.
You’d been talking nonchalantly in the girl’s parents’ cafe when Irene barged in, making you immediately drawn to her— as were everyone else at the establishment. She simply had such an angelical aura: like an untouched piece of marble, beautiful to look at, and too exquisite to touch.
“I think you’d get along well. You both seem like you need some company, you know.” Joy’s words made you both laugh awkwardly, at the time. Yet, she was right, in the end. Both of you had been alone for many years, longing for something that just seemed impossible to find in the current days. At least, not with such a technological world and people’s routine being so energetic, frantic, and intense.
After your first encounter, mediated by Sooyoung, you started seeing each other frequently. You enjoyed talking about art, and she’d even agreed to join you in your latest hobby: ceramics. The two of you spent hours together, getting messy with clay, laughing, going on coffee dates and walks in parks that were full of green— your favorite color, she quickly learned. It was easy to be in Irene’s presence, and, for you, it had been even easier to fall in love with her.
You shared sweet kisses by moonlight, stayed up until late watching the stars, and for the first time in so long, life felt right to you; like it wasn’t made of demands or expectations that left a bitter feeling in your guts.
For once, you felt as bright and happy as a butterfly, in a garden full of flowers. With Irene, life had a meaning, a purpose.
She’s also been nothing but respectful to you in all those months you’ve been dating, too. Not even once had she pressed you about sex, always making sure you were comfortable with everything and ensuring you two talked out your issues and boundaries. You got to know each other deeply before your bodies interlocked, and that was something you’ve never had with your previous relationships. You loved Joohyun for who she was: the kind, attentive, caring leader and friend with so many deep interests and hobbies. You could spend the rest of your days with her and still feel like there were so many parts of her to unravel. She was indeed pure art, an untouched angel.
And, while it had been crucial for you to take things slow, you now realized you truly felt ready to take a further step into your relationship. She was patient, calm, and just what you needed. As you stare at Irene, chatting ever so sweetly with her bandmates, your chest fills with warmth, knowing how much you absolutely adored being hers and how lucky you were to have her to yourself. You trusted your girlfriend more than anything in the world, and you desired her so, so much— in every way dimmed possible.
With that, couldn’t help but to gawk at her body as she walked towards the bar built in Yeri’s garden, the wooden structure put up to celebrate the maknae’s birthday. It was a simple and reserved celebration, yet your eyes were practically undressing your girlfriend right in the middle of the garden, for everyone to see.
You wanted her badly, like you’ve never wanted anything else in your life. And it’s not like you needed anything else, either. Not when you had her, making you feel so safe and secure. So right in a world full of wrongs.
Irene must’ve noticed the frown on your face— as you’ve always been pretty expressive— because she approached you quickly, placing her free hand on your waist in a delicate motion, “Hey, is everything ok?”
You take the drink she’s been holding in your hands and take a sip, nodding, “It’s all good. I’d like to go home, though. Do you think Yeri would be sad about it?”
You watch your girlfriend’s brows furrow, scanning your body in search of any signs of discomfort. When she doesn’t find any, her expression turns even more confused.
“I mean, we’ve just sang her happy birthday, and the girls wanted to—” You cut her by brushing her long, thick hair off her shoulders, fingers hovering her elbows as you bite your cheek to suppress a smile, once you feel her shiver. You’ve never touched her like this, specially in a semi-public space. Sure, you’ve fooled around many times, but you’ve never presented yourself with such assertiveness, such hunger.
Irene gulps. She feels her self-control escaping her body when your mouth brushes hers, mint breath caressing her skin. Yet, your sultry lips never found her mouth, and Joohyun finds herself opening her eyes— never even realizing when she closed them.
“Home, please?” You ask again, making a show of sipping on her drink. Irene’s gaze follows your mouth— all of her focus on the way you suck on the straw: so eagerly… much inappropriate for the scenery.
Safe to say, you find yourself humming happily in your girlfriend’s car not even five minutes later, as Irene eyes you suspiciously from the driver’s seat.
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Despite nearly dying of curiosity, Irene doesn’t utter a word until you’ve arrived at your massive house, eyes still narrowed at your direction as if she expects you to regret your decision and tell her to go back to Yeri’s place immediately. She’s absolutely conscious of the anticipation working its way on her skin; it heats her to the core, and soon enough, it becomes impossible for her to stay put. Just the thought of having you, being the one who has the privilege to touch you, unravel you, make your eyes roll in pleasure… It’s enough for her panties to dampen and her hands close into fists, preventing herself from grabbing you by the hips and fucking you.
She licks her lips, staring at you through her lashes, still expecting. You’re the one in charge; with one word, your girlfriend will grant you all of your darkest, dirtiest wishes. The only thing you have to do is ask. Say it, even, and it’s yours.
You know it as much, as you interlock your fingers with hers and take your time going up the stairs, through the hallways as you kiss Irene without rush, ravishing her taste and her sweet, plumpy lips.
“I want you, Joohyun.” You breathe, guiding your girlfriend onto the mattress as you take your time untying your dress, letting it fall down your shoulders at its own pace. Even though you find yourself bare in front of her, you don’t feel threatened in the slightest. “Want you to make me feel good.”
If anything, you can only feel safe, respected, and loved. Feelings you’ve spent so long searching for. Far too long.
She extends her hand to you, holding you with such tenderness it nearly makes you melt on the spot. Soon, you find yourself under her, being smothered with kisses that trail down your chin to your neck and chest. However, Irene’s warm mouth stops just before touching you— to grant you plenty of time to process it all through, most certainly.
In fact, the words that brush past her lips reassure you of that, as she looks up, tone bearing a hint of hesitance. As much as she was nearly jointing with need, she wanted you to be completely clear of your wishes, “Are you really sure?”
You nod. “The most I’ve been in my entire life.” You murmur, scratching her scalp. Your touch is both reassuring and demanding, bringing her closer to your skin.
You let out a loud moan once her mouth is finally on you, and God was it worth the wait. Her saliva-soaked kisses leave a trail down your abdomen until every inch of skin is hers, and she’s reached your thighs. Her eyes are dark and don’t leave your piercing gaze, either, as she lowers herself until she’s reached your core.
You can tell she’s studying you: taking note of every touch, every kiss that has you gasping and stuttering. Irene takes delight in testing your preferences, attuning herself to what pleasures you the most. Ravishing herself with your body’s reactions, like the attentive woman she is.
“You are too beautiful, my love” She praises, grabbing both of your legs as she opens them, now presenting you completely exposed to her. You try to close them, involuntarily, but Irene shushes you, pecking the inner skin until you’ve relaxed enough for her to start teasing, once again. It’s only then that she bites, and even though her teeth barely sink in, it’s enough for you to jerk your body forward, a surprised gasp evading your lips.
It makes her laugh, adding another memory to her mind. “You’re sensitive, pretty girl.”
It’s the way she hums that provokes such sensations out of your body, you decide. The precise pressure her lithe fingers apply to your waist, the way she palms your breasts, twisting and pinching your nipples until they’re red enough to her liking— each time a little harder, to entice a louder moan. She’s playing with you as she wishes; as she’s always dreamed of, and it’s driving you absolutely crazy. You’re drenched, and Irene hasn’t even touched you properly.
She gathers your wetness with two of her fingers, going up and down on your slit until she’s gathered enough coat that she finds them sticky, noticeably wet. Only when she’s deemed enough, her fingers leave your sex and find their way onto her mouth, sucking without any rush. Your own throat starts to water as she does so, her eagerness dense enough to make you divert your gaze, feeling your face heatening up. You don’t keep your looks averted for long, since those same fingers gently tap your lips, gagging you as far as they can without making you choke.
“I’ll take care of you, Y/n.” She whispers, with her thumb caressing your mouth, encouraging you to continue. Which you do, with your eyes never leaving her hungry gaze.
Once she decides you’ve done your job of cleaning well enough, Irene’s attention returns to your pussy, as she lowers herself once again to your core.
“Do you want me here?” She blows on your cunt, smiling against your skin as she hears your loud whines. She does not pity you at all though, placing a languid, slurpy kiss on your pussy before moaning, too. This was heaven, for both of you, “Or perhaps here?”
You were sure you were mumbling too many incoherences, now. Not that you cared, anyway. You couldn’t, not with the way her nails were scratching your skin so gently, or her own wet, loud grunts that reverberated onto your pussy and made you see stars, not a single thought going through your mind. All you could think of was how desperately you needed to cum, how ardently you wish Irene’s mouth never leaves your skin.
You feel her hot breath fade from between your thighs. Thankfully, her fingers find their way to your dripping cunt before you even manage to whine, the mix of sensations making you press yourself onto her hand, so she’d reach further. You loved her so much. You needed more.
“S-so good.” You murmur, lost in pleasure. As soon as you close your eyes, dropping your head back to deepen your sensations, Irene places kisses onto your abdomen, now going all the way up until your lips interlock in a slow, deep kiss.
“Don’t close your eyes, my love.” She whispers, with her fingers still working onto building up on your pleasure. She squeezes one of your breasts as she says so, enticing another particularly loud moan from you—just as she intended to. Your sounds were the most heavenly melodies to her, and Irene simply couldn’t believe she’s spent a lifetime without hearing them. “Look at me when I fuck you. Fuck- you’re so tight, dearest.”
The low pitch in her voice makes you clench, humming as you keep your eyes on her.
Irene’s fingers are knuckles deep inside you, her rhythm intensifying as she nearly retreats them fully from your cunt to ram on you again. Your back arches, and she licks her lips, drinking from your reactions. It’s nearly unbearable, to have such focus on yourself; her sole attention, adoring and memorizing every inch of your body in her mind. Her gaze, so hungry yet compose, her light kisses on your burning skin, and her thumb brushing your clit without paying much attention to it—it all works you up to a hard, shaking orgasm. You can feel the waves of pleasure building up in your cunt, yet you can’t seem to muster the right words to tell Irene just that. It’s all glossy and unfocused, not even enough air to calm you down from the orgasm you can sense that is so soon.
“D-don’t stop, please. Oh my fucking— don’t stop, ’so close,” You manage to utter, gripping your girlfriend’s hair ever so desperately.
She does feel you, though. Before you even say it. Irene can tell, from the way your pussy clenches, tightening around her hold. “Come, princess. For me.”
The permission was all you needed to reach your high, and you nearly get overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure you feel. It escalates to your whole body until you find yourself as a trembling mess, chest moving frantically to adjust your fast breathing. You let out an even louder whine as Irene’s mouth is on you again.
“Shh, take it easy. I’m just cleaning you up, love.” She tells you, once you try to move her head from her cunt. And, even though her words add a bit of a scold, there’s a hint of a smirk on her face, as she adds. “Don’t whine. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I left you so messy like that?”
Now that you’ve come down from your high, Irene’s words make you blush. She didn’t have time to make a joke or give you a reassuring tug, as she usually would, though. Her focus is on your sex, as she pays long, sloppy licks to it. Her nose brushes your clit— the post-orgasm sensitiveness making the sensation twice as hard, and you bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning and begging.
“J-joohyun…” You try to get her attention, after what it feels like a lifetime. You can feel the pleasure starting to build up again, and your girlfriend is clearly dozed out, vigorously enamored with your cunt as she eats you out for her pleasure. With one last harsh suck on your clit, Irene abides to your wishes, her face now in front of yours.
You take a minute to brush her delicate features, before speaking anything. Her defined jaw, her long lashes, her lustrous eyes. You adore her; she truly makes you feel like the luckiest woman in the world.
“Perfect.” She murmurs, breaking the gap between you as her lips kiss you with gentleness. Her words make you smile onto the kiss, caressing her neck as you bring her even closer. “My love.”
“I could say the same of you.” You divert your eyes to the covers, insecure about your following words. Breathing deeply, you continue, “Thank you for this. And for not rushing me, even after so many months. I loved it, and I love to be with you.”
As you stare at Irene’s big, chocolate eyes, you find nothing but the purest form of love. There’s no possible way to not feel comfortable under such embrace.
“I’d wait many more. Years, even, if it means having you by my side. I’m in love with you, Y/n. Not just for sex, not for your body.” She clarifies, hiding her face on your neck as she always does, when you find yourselves tangled in a messy embrace. “I love you for who you are. Your qualities, your flaws, your passions… And I’m very thankful to feel loved in so many ways by you, too.”
You frown, playfully poking her ribs. “Are you saying I’m flawed?”
Irene rolls her eyes, silencing you with a kiss.
“Shut up, you idiot.”
And soon you’re making out again, with the promise of a long, long night. You feel respected, safe, and secured. As you run your fingers through your girlfriend’s small waist, you immediately know: there’s no place elsewhere you’d rather be.
#red velvet x reader#red velvet imagines#red velvet smut#irene smut#red velvet irene#bae joohyun#irene x reader#bae joohyun x reader#sol writes#s.writes
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Reader resting on red velvets chest please...also one of reader resting on clotted cream's chest and affogato's chest and caramel arrow's and royal margarine's...aaand dark choco's too!
(Sorry, the mozzarella one inspired me a little too much and ended up throwing in the crushes...couldn't resist, I'm sorry! They are all just so amazing!)
He'll stop whatever he's doing whenever you decide to do this. When the cake hounds decide to join in, too, he knows he won't be getting up anytime soon. He doesn't mind at all, finding it very sweet.
It usually happens during his work hours, when you're curled on his lap and your head on his chest. Sometimes you'll drift off to sleep, but he'll keep you there. He can't help but crave your affection.
During her down times, she'll cuddle with you, and you'll rest your head on her chest. It gets her a little flustered, but hey, it makes you happy! She'll hold you closer too, enjoying your warmth.
Affogato will stroke your hair when you rest your head on his chest. He'll talk to you during this time, sometimes even lulling you to sleep. He loves seeing you ap vulnerable with him.
He gets incredibly flustered. He's not that used to physical affection, so you just resting your head on his chest throws him off guard. Doesn't mean he doesn't like it, though!
#crk x reader#cookie run kingdom x reader#red velvet cookie x reader#clotted cream cookie x reader#affogato cookie x reader#caramel arrow cookie x reader#dark choco cookie x reader#cosmos constellations#I tried writing royal margarine and just?? couldn't?? I'm very sorry#I just couldnt capture his character-
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Y/N thought her days were over when going to college with none of her close friends, but isn’t that the point of growing up? What happens when Y/N hears a girl singing alone in an empty classroom? Will she finally make a new friend? Or maybe something more…
seulgi x f!reader smau + written
ATTENTION !!
1, This is a REMAKE of the first heart attack i made
2, Every character here is not accurate to the actual idols themselves, they will be out of character!
3, Y/NS face claim is Haewon from NMIXX, If there is a problem with that then i will immediately change it!
4, The written parts in between screenshots will be written in very non detailed scenes
STATUS — on going
UPLOADS — whenever I can (very busy with school and a musical)
TAGS — smau, written, fluff, sapphic, cuddling, kissing, harsh jokes, suicide/shooting mentioned, more added soon
TAGLIST — please lmk if you want to be tagged for every upload!
CHARACTERS — little mix who? | other characters
EPISODES
0. prologue
1. a date already?!?
2. cafe date
3. guided by angels…or not (TW)
4. i respect privacy #womensrights
more will be revealed soon…
note: mobile layout - true blue color palette
#dividers by fairytopea#kpop#kpop gg#kpop writing#kpop story#lesbian#red velvet smau#seulgi smau#seulgi x female reader#seulgi x reader#red velvet seulgi#seulgi#red velvet x female reader#red velvet#smau#fluff#ongoing#female reader#kpop smau#kpop x female reader#sapphic
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hiiiiiiiii
can I have some mulled wine and a bit of Bailey's with Red Velvet to eat in please!
Thank you!!!
Order up! I hope you'll find this to your tastes <3
The first written piece of the event then!! starting off strong with one of my favourite links, wars! this was fun to write and a lovely first request to work on <3
[Event masterlist]
How much has he drank?
We were only supposed to have a couple of drinks here before heading to the room we rented upstairs. I mean Twilight did warn me beforehand that he noticed humans have a much higher tolerance than hylians do, but his can't be this much lower… can it?
“[name]... [name] I can’t believe you’re still single you’re so - so…”
“I’m in a relationship wars, you already know that, you drunken dork.”
“You- you’re taken?”
He’s on the verge of tears, he looks so worked up that he’s driving himself to cry over this. He really is in love with me that much, I really did get lucky with him. Falling into another world really doesn’t feel as scary when you find yourself a lover even if they can get a bit clingy at times.
“Well yeah of course I am, I’m taken by you link. We’ve been dating for a month.”
“We have..? OH, we - we- yeah we have been!”
“Come on wars how much of a lightweight are you to forget that after just one or two drinks? It’s like you don’t even want to be with me like that.”
I - I shouldn’t have said that, even as a clear joke it looks like it’s hurt him way more than I ever wanted it to. The tears are still there but now both his lip is quivering and his fists are clenched so tight they’re bleached white which really isn't a good look when you add in the fact that he's swaying on his feet. There couldn’t be a clearer sign to get him out of here to sleep and sober up.
“I didn’t mean that link, I was just trying to make a dumb joke without thinking, I’m sorry.”
“..!”
“I know, I know link. Come on let's get out of here.”
Hylians are so much lighter than they have any reason to be, even with him clinging to me like an absolute dead weight he weighs nothing. So while it might be a little awkward at times when he tries to pick me up, I'm more than thankful seeing as it means I can easily rest his head on my shoulder to carry him out.
Leaving was strange though, seeing as several people started to point and get riled up. Even through his own drunkenness link managed to tilt his head just enough to look up.
and start grinning?
He might even be blushing too, but there's no way to tell that with how flushed he is anyway. He's so smug about something, I can't help but look at him with a bit of confusion.
“We -hic- we're under the mistletoe honey, does your world not… not have mistletoe?”
“No we have mistletoe, it's got a tradition arou- oh.”
That’s why he’s cuddling up to and laughing at me, we’re standing under the mistletoe. Is it bad I’m almost nervous about kissing him like this? With all these people watching me, watching us, I just feel so unsettled. With the joke I made earlier though, it would be downright cruel to turn him down. “I’m guessing that it’s similar here then? The tradition that is… would you like me to kiss you here link?”
“Is th-that even something you need to ask? I want everyone - everyone here to know that you’re mine.”
Yes, he does. His body language is just as blatantly obvious about it too. Come on [name], you’ve kissed him before, this isn’t something new. He’s so excited too. Could you dare turn him down? Not that I needed to answer that. He decided for the both of us while I was still coming to terms with the idea, seems I was just taking too long in his eyes.
It’s a nice kiss, not as gentle as when he’s sober but it’s still so tender. Even with the alcohol on his breath, the way he’s acting is nothing short of a clumsy display of worship. One that he seems so reluctant to end, but comes to one anyway as he’s exhausted himself not enough to pass out but enough that he’s let his head fall onto my shoulder yet again. It’s almost inconsiderate of him to expect me to carry him after a kiss like that, he knows how weak I get for him, how much I melt when he’s so tender and demanding of my focus.
“Is that enou-enough to prove that I care?”
“Wars you didn’t need to prove that to me, I already knew that you do.”
“Wanted to prove it t’ eve’yone else too.”
It’s like he’s considering doing it again, which I wouldn’t mind, but if he does I know I’ll drop him so it’s really for the best that he at least waits till he’s sitting down, in our room preferably. He’s gotten the hint for now, but that might only be because he’s to drunk to move again. Either way I can carry him away from the crowd.
“Why’ve you gotta do that love? There’s no chance of me ever leaving you for any of them.”
“That’s not how they saw y’... I wouldv’ killed him for how he was talkin bout you… didn’ wanna cause a sce- scene though honeybeeee…”
Link would kill someone for me? I would like to think he wouldn’t ever have a nightmare of doing that, but if he’s saying it so confidently when he’s drunk…. He wouldn’t, would he?
“You don’t need to ever kill someone for something like that, don’t stress yourself out link.”
“Already have… don’ like when they’re rude about you love…”
That made me freeze up, right when I was about to open the door. It has to be the alcohol talking. Yeah it has to be. It has to be.
@sketchyspook seeing as you asked so nicely to be tagged in every post from now on (is this an unofficial start to a taglist? I guess it is one.)
#red✦velvet#300 event <33#moss✦writes#yandere linked universe x reader#yandere linked universe#link x reader#linked universe x reader#legend of zelda x reader#yandere legend of zelda#yandere link#lu warriors x reader
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Hugging Headcanons || Ft: Some of the Cookies of Darkness
Had an odd few days, looking at requests now that school's out for the summer.
Requests are being actively worked on as you read this, don't fret, they'll be out soon.
Let us not wait any longer...
Licorice Cookie
You want a hug? Fine... but only because he felt like it! Not because he is touch-starved and craves affirmation.
He's extremely awkward about it, cautiously winding his arms around your shoulders. If given a moment, he'll adjust more, and it's surprisingly pleasant.
He's embarrassed about it afterward, though he did indeed enjoy it. "You better not tell anyone about this!" he threatens, though it carries no weight.
No worries, you wouldn't. However, Poison Mushroom did suspiciously start asking for hugs from Licorice more often after that.
Poison Mushroom Cookie
You don't even need to ask, they can, will, and have given you hugs before, regardless of if you've asked.
Typically, you will kneel down to their level, since they're short enough that they couldn't reach you very well.
Poison Mushroom loves it when you pick them up for hugs though- they will giggle the whole time, enjoying the feeling of being held.
They WILL try to do the little kid thing where they try to squeeze you as hard as they can- they are surprisingly strong, so be careful!
Red Velvet Cookie
No... Will you leave him alone afterward? He usually only gets affection from the cake hounds. He'll bear hug you out of spite, making you squirm and fight him to get free.
Whoops, enjoy the feeling of never being safe again since he'll sneak up behind you and trap you in his arms at random.
If it's a heartfelt hug, he'll pull you into his chest and rest his chin on your head (or shoulder depending on your height). He gives the kind that feels like they could shield you from the outside world.
Usually, there will be a swarm of cake hounds at your feet, crying for attention. Jealous little shi-
Pomegranate Cookie
Of all the cookies... her? Why would you want to hug her? She's slightly suspicious, but sure, just for a second though!
Usually, her hugs are an arm around your shoulder for a moment, she doesn't want to be taken for someone who is caring for her colleagues.
More meaningful ones, however, lead to you tightly wrapped in her arms, and usually last several minutes. She won't say a word during that time and silently asks that you don't either.
Due to her duties requiring her to be cold and uncaring, she isn't widely liked by most cookies. She must have done something right if you want to hug her, though.
It's over now...
#I was sad#Licorice x reader#Licorice cookie x reader#Poison Mushroom x reader#Poison Mushroom Cookie x reader#red velvet x reader#Red velvet cookie x reader#Pomegranate x reader#Pomegranate Cookie x reader#Cookie run kingdom x reader#crk x reader#◞◦ ☆ -➛ Posts: Writings#◞◦ ☆ -➛ Posts: Headcanons
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#red velvet#irene#seulgi#femadolsedit#femaleidol#femaleidolsedit#kgoddesses#dazzlingidolsedit#redvelvetinc#g:ifs#*irene#*seulgi#no caption bc i never know what to write
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what i should've said » kang seulgi
pairing ⥬ seulgi x reader
genre ⥬ angst
summary ⥬ you will forever regret not being able to answer her question.
warnings ⥬ blood, death, nightmares
WC ⥬ 942
“do you still love me?” the question rang through your ears as you watched her walk away. you felt dizzy, wondering how you even got here. her figure got smaller and smaller as she descended down the dark concrete path, her hair flowing in the wind. you finally came to your senses and began running, ignoring how it felt like weights were attached to your feet. you sprinted as fast as you could before she could disappear into the fog, but you weren’t quick enough. you tripped over your own feet and by the time you looked up, she was out of sight.
no…
no…
“no!” you shot up out of bed, sitting up dazed in a panic. your heart was racing and your hair stuck to your forehead due to the sweat collecting on your skin. your blanket had come off in your sleep, and you had knocked a pillow off of your bed. you panted as you looked around, grounding yourself after that nightmare.
it wasn’t uncommon for you to have those kinds of dreams these days. actually, this was your sixth one in a row after having broken your streak previously as you didn’t dream at all that night. it was the same sequence, you watch as seulgi leaves you while the words ‘do you love me’ cloud your mind. everytime, you’re frozen and unable to move, and by the time you want to run after her, it’s too late.
you get up and sigh, throwing on a pair of gray sweats and a black hoodie, not caring about looking good. you comb out the tangles in your hair with your finger and call it a day, grabbing your car keys and phone as you knew where you were going to end up in a few minutes.
the trip there was a blur, but there you stood across from her.
specifically, her grave.
you stared at the words inscribed on the stone, but it looked like unreadable squiggly lines through the tears welling in your eyes. the flowers you laid the first day were beginning to wilt. they were her favorite kind of flowers, and they reminded you of her. they started off so beautiful, so pretty, and they still were. they were just as beautiful, but they were going to die soon. the only difference is that you didn’t know she would.
when the flower begins to wilt, you know it’s going to die without help. maybe those words she said were her way of wilting, her way of warning you of the unforeseeable fate of her life. the accident felt like it was yesterday, or it was haunting you so much that it began to feel that way
she played with your fingers as you distantly stared at the crossing light, the red hand telling you not to cross. seulgi felt as if you were on a whole ‘nother world as she looked into your eyes. people began crossing when the light changed to a little green man walking, but you were frozen in your thoughts. seulgi didn’t force you to move, but she felt your hand go limp in her own. she peered down as you let go and sighed.
you placed your hand into your jacket as she kept her eyes on the ground. she felt broken, but she found the courage in herself to ask a question she longed to know the answer to. “do you still love me?”
you finally locked your eyes with hers, the shimmer they originally held was dulling out. you saw the eyes of someone so near and dear to your heart without even knowing it would be the last.
you heard someone yell from behind seulgi, a little girl crossing while the light was the red hand. a white truck was barreling toward that small child at such an alarming rate that you don’t even know how seulgi managed to move that quick.
before you could shout for her, seulgi ran down the crossway and pushed that kid out of the way, the truck slamming into her side, braking soon after. you stood at the edge of the crosswalk in disbelief as people ran to her, surrounding the bloody scene. their voices were all muffled to your ears as you felt dizzy. you slowly walked to the crowd like your feet weighed 20 pounds each.
you pushed everyone away, some people confused. you dropped to your knees and you finally let yourself take in the scene that unfolded. her pretty sundress with yellow flowers was now red, and her expression looked so peaceful despite the blood running down her forehead. you grabbed the sides of her face as people yelled to call 911, but you felt like it was only you and her.
you felt the softness of her cheeks that you loved so much, and you smiled. you didn’t know when you started crying, but you realized after seeing the tears fall onto her face. you tried to wipe your tears with your clean hand, but you couldn’t stop them.
the tears flowed like waterfalls. you started to shake as your sobs got louder and louder, your chest feeling as if it were collapsing in on itself. you screamed at the top of your lungs as you felt no pulse under the hands that so desperately clung to the sides of her neck, supporting her limp head so it didn’t rest on the rough concrete.
‘do you still love me?’
you stared down at the yellow wilting flowers. “of course i still love you.” you could only pray that she heard you and her question was answered.
#seullovesme » posted!#kang seulgi x reader#seulgi x reader#seulgi#seulgi red velvet#seulgi angst#angst#red velvet x reader#red velvet x you#red velvet#red velvet fic#red velvet imagines#red velvet angst#kpop#kpop angst#kpop writing#kpop gg#kpop x reader
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Ok hardest question out of curiosity and incase it sparks some art ideas or idk lmao:
Why is red velvet the better husband material? Like I simp hard for both him and affogato but I really wanna hear you out!
Sorry and idk why but this feels like an 'ok, hear me out-' moment lmao!
OKAY so I see a major distinction between the two because it is indeed a "hear me out"
Affogato is more like a "cat" husband whereas Red Velvet is more of a "dog" husband, so their affection styles are completely different from the get go. This isn't where I compare who's better, more like what vibes they give off.
How I see it, it's incredibly difficult to gain affo's affection, and it's like a long term kind of courting that you have to do with him (aka expect a 100k slowburn kind of buildup). In contrast, if you're chill with cakehounds and the cakes in general, you already have half of RV's soul in your hand already.
this is getting long so UTC <3 TLDR: thinking about it more, it depends on your taste in affection styles + they are both intense.
I think it all comes down to how open you want them to be with their affection: ❧ This is incredibly "hear me out" but affo strikes me as someone who would rather keep it private. Like as much as he might give off the impression that he's enjoy flaunting his spouse and flexing (he still does it to cookies he hates), he seems more the kind to have them all to himself. He wants to be the only one to witness the inner machinations, he's just greedy like that. Keep in mind while in public, he's get protective and try to verbally shoo whoever gave him bad vibes all the while placing his hand at the back of his spouse. ❧ RV on the other hand is more nonchalant when it comes to PDA. If his spouse likes to be picked up, well they are never walking again lmao. He'd also be a lot more transparent with his affection, since growing up within the COD gives him limited contact with the average cookie. Would also be a lot more protective and might growl towards others he deems "bad".
There's an important con to take into account with the both of them and it comes down to loyalty: ❧ They are villains after all, so they have specific "quirks" to look out for. ❧ Affo only had himself for the longest time, so there are two ways this can go: either he'll give everything of little importance and leave for "greener pastures", throwing his spouse to the wolves in worst case scenarios, or get completely utterly obsessed, and in turn his "loyalty" turns intense to the point of overbearing (he doesn't want to lose his spouse, the only good thing in all of Earthbread after all). For the former, the spouse might have been seen as a "sacrifice worth doing" to reach whatever new delusional goal he has in mind. So no matter what, obsession dictates his every action and in turn he can get a little intense to say the least. ❧ RV on the other hand, grew up by the Tower of Chaos, so in turn his loyalties lie with Dark Enchantress first and then everything else. He know nothing else so expect him to be absent for long periods deployment-style if his spouse doesn't live by the base. He'd insist they should move in and grumbles when hearing yet another "no". So ultimately, when faced with a choice between his spouse and being with DE, he might choose the latter...
#midnight writings#red velvet cookie#affogato cookie#tldr of the tldr actually it's more nuanced than I thought but RV wins it by how he conveys himself vs affo#husband of the year cookie run#cookie run x reader#on a technicality since I don't specify whether canon or oc or yume#this is mostly vibes btw I might be wrong
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OMGG HII LOVE UR BLOG SMM, literally awesome 😭😭🫶🏻🫶🏻 saw reqs just opened and id like to perhaps request some hcs of being the daughter to red velvet cookie?? like absolute daddys girl daughter of red velvet and in return red velvet is js a dad girl lmao!! have fun w this!! take care and eat enough and drink up and sleep well!!
Bathtime is never dull when papa Red Velvet is on the scene!
Is a worrywart about his little girl, probably a bit overprotective when he's out in public with you.
Yes, he will let you pet him and his cakehound army.
If you have a nightmare, he instinctively wakes up before you can wake him, and he will rush to be by your side to help you.
Red Velvet sometimes worry that you'll see him as a monster one day, but you subtly get to remind him everyday that you'll always love your dad.
He can and will try to bite anybody who might try and break your heart.
He does respect your privacy a lot, but he sometimes does ask one of the other Cookies of Darkness to go to where you went in public, just to make sure nothing bad will happen to you.
#🎭shadow writing!#🤡request clowns!#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#cookie run oneshot#reader cookie#y/n cookie#red velvet cookie#red velvet w/ reader#daughter!reader#red velvet w/ daughter!reader
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